Kitten honestly looks a little bit like her, and would love being overwhelmed with attention like this.
I won’t deny either part of that.
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The tender little thumb stroke on the cheek is everything to me.
Sweetheart gets incentives for good work.
It’s great work that lets her follow through, though.
This reminds me of the notion that you’ve got to lick something to let everybody know it’s yours.
Now, today is just the kind of horribly hot day for some really good ice play.
I haven’t been totally, genuinely scared in quite a while. When it comes to play, I’m really into fear. I’m into that rush of emotion, that checking of trust, the way the elevated heart rate and squirminess of panic feels a whole lot like arousal. It’s why I love knives. It’s why I love the deep and casual invasiveness of medical play. I just really, really like the space of being terrified.
Got a lot of this on the brain lately.
You know, just something that’s been on my mind lately.
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.
The Wartenberg wheel looks like a silly little pizza-cutter and never fails to make me feel goofy when I’m using it. Nevertheless, I love the sensations and the reactions the wheel elicits.
Did somebody say pizza?