Sometimes the world just felt too big for her. That’s why she craved the bondage, somethin
Sometimes the world just felt too big for her. That’s why she craved the bondage, something keeping her in, tightly, reassuringly. It was reverse claustrophobia, or a metaphorical agoraphobia, treated with physical means. If she squeezed her eyes tight shut and pulled herself into a ball, she could almost imagine she could fill the giant vacuum that threatened to engulf her. She’d pull herself into a ball, and fall into it. Forget about her body, just let her mind inflate and expand. And then it would pop, and she’d collapse again. But when he was there, she wouldn’t be under threat. He tended to her, stoked the fires that kept her big and strong, he shored up the edges of her consciousness in such a way that they wouldn’t implode and collapse inwards. The soft rumble of his voice was the fire of a hot air balloon, keeping her afloat. When he was there, she didn’t fill the vacuum. The vacuum simply wasn’t there. -- source link
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