you trussed me like a goose to this old bedfame
you told me a lie, said it’s a just a game
twenty hours later, I’m still tightly trussed
feeling like my bladder is about to bust
I’ve tried to work loose, but no can do
it makes me wonder, why did I trust you?
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Playtime on Making it Write… 🙂
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I noticed you are taking more chances with your writing and I love it. You are very brave. I still have a lot of catching up to do but I will eventually read everything because you are an amazing writer and an inspiration.
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Thank you for those generous words. It’s comments like that which have helped me to grow.
It’s more a matter of trust than bravery. (funny that should come up under this post :). I love and trust the WP community. If I occasionally slip up and go a little too far, I trust I’ll be forgiven. It’s a wonderful feeling. I don’t think I’ve ever had it before, except with my mother.
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Oh Jane!
Bondage?
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I like a bit of variety on my blog 🙂
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I hope you worked yourself loose before the bladder let go!
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I think after 20 hours I’d be worried about more than my bladder 🙂
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Lol !
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Don’t we all have this feeling, in so many of life’s situations, in which we have fallen by deceit – us, geese??
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You got it.
I seem to have spent half my life trussed up like a goose – though not literally to a bedpost.
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Nothing is literal – all is multidimensional!
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Lesson number one – never EVER let someone tie you up. No experience is enhanced by handcuffs unless they’re made of red liquorice or candy necklaces.
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I wouldn’t. I have a fear of being abandoned – in both senses of the word 🙂
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That kind of thing would scare the pants off me – the last thing I want is to be controlled and dominated, even for ‘fun’. Each to their own, consenting adults etc
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I know a ‘slave’ (a willing victim of dominatrices). He described a few things and showed me pics – before you ask, no, I DIDN’T request to see or hear – UGH!
did you know a Dominatrix expects payment for her services?
He joined a choir, and I thought the singing was weaning him off his, um … habits, but last week he shoved his phone in my face, and there was a photo of a buxom wench, with the legend ‘ Mistress Envy’ beneath it. “I’m meeting her on Saturday”, he said, proudly…
It’s very sad. I think it’s an illness.
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As I say, consenting adults, though it does make you wonder if some folk need to be tested to see if they’re fit to give consent. How delightful of him to keep showing you his pics – and I thought having to sit through other people’s holiday photos was bad 🙂
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Fortunately he didn’t bring out the full album 🙂
I think he feels the need to tell ‘normal’ people about it, so that he can feel more ‘normal’.
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Or he’s looking for like-minded souls?
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He had a certain gleam in his eye, and that did cross my mind…
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Or he’s looking for like-minded Souls? Sorry if this comment gets doubled-up. WordPress app is acting the goat.
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That’s OK – it helps me to fix the idea in my head, and be more cautious 🙂
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Or, he is looking for like-minded souls? Hoping to recruit
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I wonder what I’d look like in sharp black stillettos, and brandishing a cat-o’nine-tails…
Nah – I don’t fancy the antisocial hours.
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Just a foible, eh, like stamp collecting or alphabetising your DVD collection 🙂
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Or necrophilia.
Should we politely pretend I didn’t say that…?
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Haha! Bondage and necrophilia in the same conversation? I’ll stick with stamp collecting 🙂
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🙂
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Or he’s looking for like-minded souls?
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Such beautiful agony.
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