Fear turns me on to an absurd degree.
That being said, nobody better try to amputate me. Just…no. I’m not even into blood.
Just wave the crap around a little and let me feel it on my skin and we’re good.
You were expecting… what exactly?
Dildos and floggers? Feathers and fur? Hitachi and princess plug?
You said you were tired of the tropes and in desperate need of adrenaline-amplified authenticity.
You said you wanted to hear my voice again, to see the darkness lift my hands again, to feel the ice in my eyes again.
It didn’t take much persuasion to interest me in a bit of existential fear and groveling tears.
Deep breaths, pumpkin, this is not a mindfuck.
It’s playtime.
—boston-jason / in_extremis
1900 surgical amputation tool set
