He began pulling things out from the suitcase, one at a time, showing them to me - explaining to me what they were, how they were used, and then he'd use it gently on my outstretched arm. After each item he would ask me how I felt about it, have me rate my level of interest in using it, and set it aside.
This isn't only about them and their goals. It's about our goals together.
I'm falling. I was laying on my back on some sort of exercise bench that was rickety and only long enough to support me from ass to shoulders. My head was hanging backward off one end, and I was struggling to find a position or some leverage that would stabilize my legs without aggravating the… Continue reading Priorities
Had a really interesting discussion last night about what an awesome benefit it would be to have designated "aftercare" spaces in public dungeons. Not only would this benefit people who are still coming off the rush of an intense scene, it would also benefit those who find themselves in the socially awkward position of interrupting… Continue reading Fantasy Spaces: Dungeon Aftercare Zone
And so began the little game where he's Peter Parker to the clown's Spiderman. He knows how to summon him. But he's totally not him.
...I write about kinky shit. Mostly. If you were to really boil it down to its essence, I write about feelings.
"Aren't there better ways to punish me?" she asked.
Because once I give consent, it gets very difficult for me to say the word "no." It becomes way too easy for someone to add to that emotional pain bank that I can withdraw from when I let my emotions top me back.
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