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Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Two

Craftsmate and I rounded a few corners and found a wall where two leather arm restraints hung down from two short, adjustable chains. I bit my lip nervously as he set his bag down, but tried to act a bit cavalier as I approached the chains.

I backed up carefully against the wall, raising my arms up and smiling playfully. “All right, I’m ready.”

“Sweetheart,” he replied with a smirk, “I think I want you facing the wall.”

Blushing, I turned on my heel before he seized my arms up and started securing them into the cuffs.

“Silence may be as variously shaded as speech,“ – Edith Wharton.

Oh, Dacry, you’re home. What a surprise.

No, no, of course I was on my best behavior. I swear.

At first glance, this photograph terrifies me. I audibly gasped when I first saw it.

I’m not sure entirely what bothers me so much about it. Maybe it’s the amount of devices/hardware being implemented. Maybe it’s the overwhelmed expression on her face. Maybe it’s the fact that the plug in her mouth reminds me of those stoppers in old bathtubs. Or maybe it’s that I am incredibly aroused by this image, despite how much it bothers me.

I think it boils down to the control that is clearly demonstrated in this picture. Whoever put her into this has full control over her orifices. How they’re used, who uses them, whether a particular one gets any release.

I try to imagine myself in her place and I cannot. It’s not that I can’t imagine being in that position, it’s just that I seem to lose thought and feeling. I would just become the holes. I would be someone else’s holes for their use until I completely and totally lost any sense of self, of thought, of feeling.