His powerful fingers, years of experiences, absolute control, were enough for me. Not him. He didn’t let me go for hours. The idea was to render me incapable of easily walking away.
Control goes so much further than flesh.
Popcorn fare indeed.
As someone who travels through the layers of the mind — both of patrons and my own — this visual journey of the ethereal was surprisingly real. I think like this. I dream like this.
Layers naturally form when I surrender. They are the breadcrumb trail back through the forest. The further [...]
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 [...]