Raz
Bluelighter
Do you remember how it felt, that first time in a dimly lit room when he said;
"sex doesn't have to be penetration"
;and the floor was too dirty and the walls smelled like old cum, and he wasn't even that attractive really - sunken cheeks, skin like leather, wired crazy. But he carried himself like he was going to fuck you, and if he wasn't going to fuck you then you wanted to know what he was planning...you were curious.
Curiosity became all there was.
Do you remember when it stopped being taboo? Do you remember when that tweak of revulsion just stopped being there, and the first time you called him Sir and didn't feel even slightly self-conscious?
You probably don't.
True submission isn't something that comes on suddenly, it crawls along with the need to please and the piss on your chin - it creeps in with every rope burn and wears away your defences. It makes lust stronger than identity, it makes lust all there is.
Submission becomes all there is.
Do you remember when it was no longer fun? It stopped being a thrill, it stopped being what you want.
Everything has stopped being what you want. But you still do it anyway.
Rubber and leather smell like air to you, and you've stopped fingering the cigar burns. Nothing means desire to you. Nothing is revolting. You've found your middle ground and bland non-acceptance.
You're desensitive and that's all there is.
Desensitive is all there is.
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I like the gist of this, but I think it needs tweaking....any constructive criticism welcome..
"sex doesn't have to be penetration"
;and the floor was too dirty and the walls smelled like old cum, and he wasn't even that attractive really - sunken cheeks, skin like leather, wired crazy. But he carried himself like he was going to fuck you, and if he wasn't going to fuck you then you wanted to know what he was planning...you were curious.
Curiosity became all there was.
Do you remember when it stopped being taboo? Do you remember when that tweak of revulsion just stopped being there, and the first time you called him Sir and didn't feel even slightly self-conscious?
You probably don't.
True submission isn't something that comes on suddenly, it crawls along with the need to please and the piss on your chin - it creeps in with every rope burn and wears away your defences. It makes lust stronger than identity, it makes lust all there is.
Submission becomes all there is.
Do you remember when it was no longer fun? It stopped being a thrill, it stopped being what you want.
Everything has stopped being what you want. But you still do it anyway.
Rubber and leather smell like air to you, and you've stopped fingering the cigar burns. Nothing means desire to you. Nothing is revolting. You've found your middle ground and bland non-acceptance.
You're desensitive and that's all there is.
Desensitive is all there is.
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I like the gist of this, but I think it needs tweaking....any constructive criticism welcome..
