racyredraven: 3-holes-2-tits: fawnstarflare:3-holes-2-tits:Taken on a walk outside, but denied t
racyredraven: 3-holes-2-tits: fawnstarflare: 3-holes-2-tits: Taken on a walk outside, but denied to see or use the hands. The only thing guiding the route to take is the string attached to the labia piercings, nothing else. No visual references, no hands to hold or that guides. No human contact at all as the string just pulls and pulls… Inside the darkness of the hood there is nothing for comfort, inside the mittens the fingers flexes helplessly. There is no way to reach the knots on the ropes, no way to ease the pressure from them. The only thing there is, is the need to keep up with the tugs on the string, and try to sense shifts in bearing before it gets too painful. No human treatment, no concern for the lack of vision. All that exists is the living object without name or identity, all that exists is the sex that is taken for a walk. “sex that is taken for a walk” Very good, MY very precious thing I call @3-holes-2-tits. This is what I like to hear from it, just it’s internal thoughts and experiences. It knows what it is, sex and suffering. There once was a human, but I locked it away from sight and sound, took away its ability to use language or communicate with anything but its posture, grunts and moans. What remains is sex totally devoted to me, hungry to be by side no matter whether I give it suffering or pleasure. I kick it and it uses the direction of the kick to find me. The response is automatic. The human that became @3-holes-2-tits is able to communicate only when I allow it to post here. I love that I have created something so devoted to being what it is. As those that follow its blog know, it needs its isolation a much as it needs to breath. It needs its three holes, two tits, and the rest of its body to be used. It does not matter how painful, pleasurable, disgusting, or degrading this use is. It needs to be used or it has no purpose at all. I cannot take all the credit. It is more like I discovered what the long forgotten woman needed. I am good at finding out what the submissives who come to me need. If I want to play with that need I will take the woman and make her mine. Reshape her to fit my desires and whims, but neither of us can say at the beginning what she will become. Assuming, for a moment that @3-holes-2-tits is a woman rather than merely a thing, suffering sex, then it is safe to say she has found what she most desired to have and be, and Loves me for helping her discover it and “safely” locking her into into it for the rest of her life/existence. It has never given any indication of wanting release. Just the opposite, any suggestion of release terrifies it. When it first met @fawnstarflare it felt lost and had a past that could best be described as a vacuum of some sorts. It took time, fails, and renewed efforts to really find what was the hidden inner need buried somewhere deep down in the subconscious labyrinth of its brain. Needless to say there were moments when it all looked like a lost case, but suddenly pieces started to fall into place and it has since that moment grown tremendously and feels stronger and better than ever. It is thankful for that @fawnstarflare didn’t give up on it, and for the promises made to it. It is very happy and proud over being what it is, because it knows that there are not many out there that could really imagine to live as it does. Even sex toys need to be taken out for exercise sometimes. Or kept in and made to exercise, I suppose, if heels and treadmills are more your thing. ;) -- source link