and the zip-tie marks remain on my right wrist, a faded brown.
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and the zip-tie marks remain on my right wrist, a faded brown.
My presence is my consent.
My simplest philosophy. Admittedly, it takes some amount of time and plenty of discussion to get to this point but it does happen. Honesty, trust and skill lead to the point where questions cease, rendered meaningless.
…but not a direct coupling.
There is iron and there are magnets. I’m not sure which is which in this scenario – suffice to say I have spent some time as a quiet admirer of the incomparable Sadistinatrix. Fortune recently smiled on me with a mutual acquaintance and here is the result.
For some reason, I [...]
I’ve noticed there are some independent professional submissives here and there. None seem to be escorts/companions as well. And they all have lists of dos and don’ts, likes, dislikes and activities.
Not an interest of mine. I refuse to break my sexuality into bullet points. Besides, every patron will be different. My responses to each [...]
Dreams are often said to explain things we don’t consciously acknowledge. I’m not sure if this explains the dream I referred to here, but maybe it does. Maybe even at a young age I was forced into self-honesty.
I discovered my fundamental difference in second grade. After that dream, I understood my other classmates did not [...]