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Since I was a child I have been fascinated with limitations. I made crutches and splints from limbs we found in the yard. I was always the patient and was fascinated with the feeling of limitation, struggle, immobility.
When I had braces as a teenager, I would wire the top and bottom together so I could not eat or speak normally. Adding crosswires across my tongue made it so I was completely unintelligible. The struggle was erotic in its own way. The difficulty speaking. And then there was the humiliation. That became an even more intense turn on.
Later, I experimented with knee braces to create awkward postures or immobility. I've experimented with catheters, and even feeding tubes at times. I have even taken vacations where I travelled and lived for that time period in braces or in a wheelchair.
There is a huge difference, though, between self-imposed limitation, and ones that you do not control. I would like to experience a more complete lack of control. A more intense struggle. A deeper humiliation. And all perfectly publically acceptable. The very idea is exhilarating and erotic.
To be sure, this is a very different kind of "cage" than I would guess most have an interest in. Because it is publicly acceptable, it can be a form of hiding in plain site where one can remain productive in the work world, while still permanently imprisoned.
The potential for control is almost endless. The potential for humiliation is extreme.
If you are the yin to my yang, the one who would be aroused and exhilarated by imposing control in such ways, I'd love to meet you. If you're not, I wish you the very best in finding the perfection you seek.
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