Ford Ranger

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.

I love sensory deprivation, but I’m not sure it heightens my other senses. It does help me shut off my brain and just feel or do though. Lose focus on anything other than what I’m asked to do or what is being done to me.

I don’t think it’s that important for me, beyond the equivalent of a quick “good job” and a pat on the head.

I’ve never done role play or a scene at the Fortress. I always start play kneeling and ready and then…dealer’s choice. How does it work? Do people start in role before the doors even open? Like do you wear a suit and sit in a chair at an imaginary table and wait?

Well now I’m already short of breath just thinking about it.

Okay, so it’s not just me. I’ve been a submissive for a minute, and my session with those two blew my mind. I can’t wait to serve each of them individually!

I love all these questions! It’s the latter for me. I really don’t like pulling “innocent people” into my play, so getting caught feels unfair to them. &nbsp But being the only naked person in a room? Or one of a few? So hot. I’ve always fantasized about being one of the leashed pets at an BDSM resorts or farms, wearing a cage or maybe jock and nothing else. Talk about everyone knowing you know your place!

Personally, that feeling of a bare, sweaty foot pushing me down is the best, so I like sandals because they are closest to a bare foot. Beyond that, anything leather or vinyl is hot just because the feel is so smooth and taut and reminiscent of bondage. A high leather boot is sexy for me not because I want to get stepped on by the boot but because it subconsciously signals that maybe she is someone who will step on me, period.

Now I’m imagining a scene, coming into a restaurant after it’s closed with only one waiter left. He says “I’m sorry, I could prep you something to go, but the tables are already stored for the night,” and she says “That’s not a problem, boy. I’ll have it to stay”

Oh man, this is such a fantasy of mine. I’ve been a foot stool plenty, and even a piece of “hands on” art back when I was younger and fitter. But the idea of having to stay completely still while someone eats off of you? Holy cow; it sticks with me. Even the idea of the prep and getting myself as clean and sanitary as possible is incredible.