This is what it would look like if Sir and I made porn.
fantasy
What would be especially blushy and wonderful would be to be set down in the middle of the floor like this during some kind of party or meeting.
Just, ah, saying.
– boundtightly ⇋ fuckmesenslessxxx
So I did something really, really brave and kind of nuts last night with some cool people from the munch I went to last week.
I’ve got kind of a crazy story to tell, if I ever get up the nerve to tell it.
I stayed up late last night talking to Sir about a really dark, scary fantasy I’ve got. And it wasn’t even that he reciprocated interest in it that got me, it was the fact that he was patient and affectionate about it. He reassured me that, yeah, I’m a little sick, but it’s in a good way and these fantasies are perfectly okay within the context of a consensual, respectful, loving relationship, where eventually the “scene” stops and there’s plenty of aftercare.
Have I mentioned that I have the best owner ever?
Well, that’s one hell of a way to mark a trail.
I guess if you get lost, you can just follow the whimpers.
God, what is wrong with me?
I’m kind of obsessed with bondage that involves hair right now.
I’ve got this sick little fantasy of being taken to some kind of play party or orgy and just left like this by my partner. Helpless, scared, exposed. And, worst of all, unsure of when they’ll return.
Earlier, they’ve totally arranged with some other people that I haven’t met before to come over once they’ve left me and taunt me. Like, really taunt me. Pinch my nipples, pull my hair, rip off whatever little clothing I’m wearing and grope my nude body, ask me if I think my partner’s going to come back for me. Of course, they’ll already know my limits and respect them while still absolutely terrifying me.
I can’t decide if I like the idea of my partner watching from a distance or my partner having a video of it to watch later. Maybe both?
I really do cling to that whole corruptibility/grew-up-too-fast narrative.
Rope was my earliest kink. Before any of it was sexual, before any of it even remotely made sense. I just wanted to be so lost in it, I’d fade away.