Ford Ranger

CEI is always hot but surprise “CEI” makes me ready to start all over. A gloved hand that wipes you up and then across your mouth and face? *whew* When I realized that even with clarity, I was still in the zone was when I realized I was really a submissive.

Two things come to mind. One was a lifestyle Mistress who lived long distance, in between visits I’d have to send her pictures of me barefoot in the city. At first it kind of freaked me out. Now that memory of my feet on our gross streets turns me on and I can almost feel it on my soles. The second is being wrapped / hooded. Real physical binding and sensory deprivation. I was sure I would get claustrophobic. Had my hand on the squeaker ready to go. But instead, I just let go, and it was incredible.

That fact is already etched in my memory. 🙇🏻‍♂️

Truth!

Unfortunately, Paris is so dense, I suspect it would require a lot of reinforcing the lesson.

I think my imagination took a wrong turn, leaving me as a cuckolded Paul Rudd at an X-rated Romeo + Juliet Capulet party. At least I’d get to dress like an Astronaut. And be Paul Rudd.

They tried to tame Wonder Woman for TV, but those comics influences snuck through. “The key to peace is for those with unbound force to enjoy being bound,” or something like that.

They weren’t actually Mistresses, but I remember 9 to 5 coming on TV, and “the Boss” Dabney Coleman being hogtied by the newly-empowered employees Dolly Parton, Jane Fonda, and Lily Tomlin and having all of the feelings.

Only twice, but that’s two times too many.

I wish I could say I was joking or at least that it only happened once.

I try to take the prep really slow and think of preparing myself as an offering. Make a cup of coffee, then use a saline enema in the morning. A nice oil and brush shave with a safety razor, top and bottom, making sure to squat low to get between my legs and up the backside. Work carefully around my cage. Go back over the balls. Nail brush and soap on my hands and feet. No cologne, just deodorant. Then I go to work and try to compartmentalize for a few hours, before taking a long, late “lunch” and spending my subway ride trying to slowly really enter subspace. Then stroll a little because I’m too early and once I’m completely calm and empty, inevitably fuck up my vibe by walking into the wrong building.

I’m ready to put in the work!

“…nah, I don’t need another bottle of water.”

No, but only because my face would be squished between a bunny and the floor.

I didn’t want it to just be the ball gag, but it’s the ball gag.

In order: Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes. And yes.

It’s a great feeling, including while hooded, but I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced the real range of possibilities. Cutting holes wherever you want sounds … amazing. Or being wrapped to a chair or just as a table or chair. Damn.

Black, midnight blue, deep purple, also black. It’s a pretty wide range of preference, I know.