When I see a photoset like this, set in a basement or industrial room, naked mattress, solid bed fra
When I see a photoset like this, set in a basement or industrial room, naked mattress, solid bed frame, I often imagine a fantasy, one where you’re stolen and taken down here, chained to the frame with padlocks and a solid length of chain (you know the gauge and weight of it), and subjected to oh, the many tortures, the constant exploitation of your hot wet mouth and your tight grasping ass, lubed and warmed up but still preferred over your needy little drooling pussy, that useless cunt of yours. I imagine you fucked hard and made to lick every inch of me, your tongue my plaything as much as your poor abused tits and the rest of you. I imagine you trained, not trained of the body to accept the use I put it to, but trained of the mind to need this treatment, to think of yourself as worthy of it, to put it forth as your purpose and destiny to be used like this, to provide pleasure in this way to me and those I wish you to.I imagine the training so complete that when you’re let off the chain, when you’re able to come to the surface again, there’s no need for physical bondage, since it’ll be entirely in the mind, since you’ll have become the obedient, needy fucktoy you’ve always secretly wanted to be, completely oblivious to shame or propriety, when called upon to express your true nature.It would be terrible, inhuman, to inflict such a reprogramming on another human being. I’d have to be a monster to actually do something like that. And I’m not a monster, not really. And yet… the fantasy persists. There’s a monster in me, somewhere, though it doesn’t control me. And if the fantasy calls out in some way to you, if there’s some fantasy part of you that would love to be turned into a toy like this, free of responsibility or worry, caring only whether or not you’re a good fuckpig, and having that be enough… then maybe there’s a monster in you somewhere, too.That’s good. We need to know our own monsters, if only to guard against them. Or if they must play, to let them out in a safe and careful manner. Ultimately, that’s as much acceptance as we can reasonably allow ourselves. -- source link