My natural habitat, tbh.
straps
There are ways of curbing little biters.
Hi, can I live here sometimes? Vacation? Maybe?
Um, wow.
Can you make this, Sir?
I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear. The door was locked. No one came in here last night.
Remember the last time you imagined you were being raped in your sleep? It must be your needy little cunt and your silly head acting up again.
You’re not even trying to get better, are you? You’ll have to spend another night in the straitjacket. You can have your masturbation privileges back when you show us you really want to improve.
So maybe we’ve totally actually played this out before.
(Note: The scenario was played in a totally consensual context involving safewords and aftercare.)
Um. Can we go back to Home Depot soon?
I’ve got a little idea for a project.
I think my next silly purchase when I have some extra money will be an armbinder. Because, come on. The possibilities are endless.
Somebody’s been liking a whole lot of my posts lately without contributing anything new or exciting on his tumblr.
I’m the one who should be writing you the prescription, at this rate.
So I’ve got this fantasy where a handful of people gather around to just sit and watch me in a situation like this. Just to talk and laugh, have a few drinks, maybe occasionally pull the chain between the clamps or brush my hair off of my face.
I guess I just really, really like that sort of inattentive attention. Like a bunch of people crowded around me, but also being absorbed in their own business. So I’m just kind of the background noise to whatever else is going on, but I’m still clearly a focal point.
@KatharineCane ci augura la buona notte dal suo bel lettino
Plume always smiles like that after prolonged sensory deprivation … lucky girl.
Um. There’s no harm in trying, right?