a

are filled with dreams about whips and chains, as well

ring at the same walls every day, and my apartment is tiny. The summer is almost here, a

s my body, causing it to jerk as I steal into the standup shower. "Aw!" I lower the

rmented me. I was different in them. I wasn't scared, but I

king a shot of something that contains caffeine. I have nothing better to do th

s. I pay attention in class and genuinely care about th

und my hair like a turban, put on a fluffy pink robe, and head back to my bed

r after getting dressed. I see my laptop, which I left on the kitchen

er looking for someone to respond to my BDSM inquiries. I ca

ms, and I'm drawn to the silver laptop. I turn it on a

t preparing my small breakfast, including pouring a cup of coffee. I take

wn on the tabletop, and type in the searc

irectory that appears on the screen. At the top of the page is a list. It is clear from the title that they are toys. The spreader bar is the first item. The image appears harmless enough. However, acc

, m

luntarily be placed

eld to the bed by a set of four tiny leather belts. I must ask mysel

ing that looks like a leather glove and has her arms behind her b

but it also seems absurd to me. Is it necessary f

to be a little awkward. If the penis gag were strapped into my mouth, I'm

th and pulling the head back. I'm not sure why it would be regarded as a sexual device, but it's called a

man's cock inserted into my mouth while f

from clamping down on my dick even if I were a man. And why is

't stop aski

ow strange that anyone would have considered that. "Honey, could you get the plastic wrap from the kitchen?" is what

d, the foolish woman would dash off to retrie

ollars worn by people with neck injuries. It might be employed to help protect the neck from animal-st

ng away at my brain to find the answers it needs. However, I shut down m

and all study goes out the window. I sit up straight when a wide posture collar is fastened around my neck. My arms are pinned behind my back by a monoglove, and my l

s are back where they were for a few months: brutality, bondage, and why anyone woul

in love with their tormen

bout it if he did even half of the things I've read about him.

d threaten Dom's life while he tortured me, so he would have to use a muzzle or gag on me. Furth

bring myself to strike someone. I detest hurting people's sentiments

meone who engages in these behavior

like, "How does it feel to hit a wo

ys hitting women. I wouldn't tolerate a man who boun

ak with someone I believe to be evil? Is there something seriously wro

ree with anything in order to gather information, just like a reporter. I

and ask him to show me what goes on in t

, it seems as though my will has taken over. When I see the first link to a club with

and type in, "Is there anyone in this club who'd like

ho wants to