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Becoming The Food Tray

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15 / A possible alternative to kneeling at his feet while he dines. Not sure if I can pull it off; if I smell food, my stomach tends to grumble and contract 🤷🏻‍♀️ *Originally posted on May 23, 2019 on Fetlife.

The Prerogative to Evolve (or Not)

Every person I encounter impacts my outlook on my kink. Few people have had a major impact on my kink to the point that my limits have changed. But the heart and soul of my submission has not changed. I am still service-oriented. Because I received training in Mental BDSM doesn't mean that I'm going to be on board with verbal degradation and humiliation. Allowing someone to demo a flogger on me doesn't mean I've suddenly become a masochist who craves beatings. I applaud those of you who have found your "comfort zone" within this wondrous and hedonistic world. But please don't think that I want to be in that box with you. Like Belle from Beauty and the Beast, I want adventure in the great wide somewhere! *Originally posted on May 22, 2019 on Fetlife.

Breath Play by Mind Fuck

Another sample of what I call "Tribute Writing" Earlier this year, I was under the training of  @SmartInnerVoice , who is highly adept as his style of Dominance. For many weeks on a daily basis, our communications were intensely intuitive; I was able to take a desired concept of his and create a short based on his style of Dominance. I was not given limitations; my shorts were meant to emphasize the level of connection he required. As with all my fiction, attached is my  Disclaimer _____________________________________________________________________ Duct Tape. It binds my wrists to the chair arms. It binds my knees and ankles to the chair legs. It blinds me. It deafens me. It mutes me. My brain is only allowed to process olfaction. I don’t need to use it to know you’re there. Your aura reaches out, touches mine, envelops mine. Overpowers mine. The details start making themselves known. Your pheromones cannot be hidden by your favorite soap or shampoo. My cunt instantly drips

Aspirations to be Furniture

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While I might particularly enjoy being a footstool or an end table, I don't think my knees and back could take it. Is it possible to be an area rug, like a bear skin rug? *originally posted on May 14, 2019 on Fetlife.

The Evolution of the NetDoms

They seem to be getting savvy, or at least have learned how to be charming, if not sincere. For some unknown reason, I impulsively made accounts on one of those Insta-Meet Hookup sites and it's sister site, which is mostly people from the hookup site but they are supposedly kinky. Practically no one on either site can fathom that sex and BDSM do not necessarily mesh. Almost all the wanna-be Doms believe I need to be beaten. The majority of the inexperienced males who want to learn think it's my responsibility to teach them. But they're getting sneaky. I had one contact me, rather respectfully at the beginning. He was curious about me and my submission. I referred him to some books and articles about service-oriented submissives. He was curious about my vanilla life as well. Kept asking me to let him take me to concerts or dinner. He said there was so much more about the lifestyle and my version of it that he wants to learn. So I asked him what more would he like to know? BI

His Object for Objectification

Earlier this year, I was under the training of  @SmartInnerVoice , who is highly adept as his style of Dominance. For many weeks on a daily basis, our communications were intensely intuitive; I was able to take a desired concept of his and create a short based on his style of Dominance. I was not given limitations; my shorts were meant to emphasize the level of connection he required. As with all my fiction, attached is my  Disclaimer __________________________________________________________________________ I no longer wear clothes; the leather harness that encompasses my torso is my only uniform. The harness has strategically placed hooks so that I hang on the closet rod, facing the inside of the closet door. A ring gag is the only other accessory on my person. Save for a drip pan that lines the floor, I am the only thing that is kept in this closet. A door opens in another part of the house, footsteps coming closer to the closet. His scent permeates my brain, that woodsy, musky scen

**DISCLAIMER**

Some of my writing was created under the tutelage of other Dominants. All writings are originals and may include the following triggers: bondage/restraints sexual intercourse while in bondage/restrained humiliation & degradation objectification human toilet play breath play mental Dominance sensory/sensation control The Disclaimer Within A Disclaimer Just because I thought of it does not mean I practice it!! It's called sexual hypothesis for a reason. * originally posted May 01, 2019 on Fetlife.