fawnstarflare: 3-holes-2-tits:Taken on a walk outside, but denied to see or use the hands. The onl
fawnstarflare: 3-holes-2-tits: Taken on a walk outside, but denied to see or use the hands. The only thing guiding the route to take is the string attached to the labia piercings, nothing else. No visual references, no hands to hold or that guides. No human contact at all as the string just pulls and pulls… Inside the darkness of the hood there is nothing for comfort, inside the mittens the fingers flexes helplessly. There is no way to reach the knots on the ropes, no way to ease the pressure from them. The only thing there is, is the need to keep up with the tugs on the string, and try to sense shifts in bearing before it gets too painful. No human treatment, no concern for the lack of vision. All that exists is the living object without name or identity, all that exists is the sex that is taken for a walk. All that exists is the humiliation of having value to another as nothing but sex. Worse is your body’s humiliating desire for every painful tug. Even more degrading is your knowledge that though you are so much more than a sexually aroused body, all you desire is for the ache between your legs to be satisfied. Totally shaming is your eagerness to fulfill any filthy demand solely in the forlorn hope that the one controlling you will quench the sexual inferno blazing in your core. All that exists is a sexual slave aroused and driven into obedient submission by its shame, humiliation, and degradation and the way these feelings make it feel so alive, desired, and needed. -- source link