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The sound of the ratcheting of the handcuffs. The feel of the cold steel around your wrists. The sudden darkness as the blindfold is applied. The loss of your ability to communicate, to protest, as the ballgag fills your mouth and is fastened snugly.
Submission is a paradox.
On the one hand, you want the excitement of being helpless. The fantasy that he could do anything he liked with you, to you. Some degree of nervousness, perhaps even a tinge of fear, heightens the senses, builds the anticipation, creates a memorable experience.
On the other, you want to know that he is actually safe and sane. That your limits will be respected. That your preferences will be factored in. That you will enjoy the experience.
You want that experience to be with a man who has the confidence and firmness to make you feel like you are truly just a helpless piece of fuckmeat. And the maturity and sensitivity to ensure you don’t continue to feel that way afterwards.
If my profile speaks to you, please introduce yourself.
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