Lock & Leave: Bondage Time
Abandonment, objectification, and bondage can be savoured and endured without the need for bruises. I may be around, apparently there only to verify the rise and fall of your chest, looking at you like a fancy piece of furniture,
Indifference is a fetish.
I walk by and watch your mind turn inward, enjoy your struggle against prolonged confinement, or laugh at you trying to get out. Every useless shift of your limbs reminds both of us that your discomfort is entirely your own problem to carry, not mine to fix. I won't unlock you; not before the agreed time.
As I sit quietly across the room while you strain against your chains, ropes, zip-ties, leather, or foil, hours mean nothing from my side; our efforts are completely disproportionate.
My casual look is a routine inspection, a simple verification of your breathing. I might even be monitoring your heart rate, like a patient to torment, leaving you hanging in an agonising space between desperate hope and complete surrender.
Interested? Prolonged sessions of this nature come at a considerably lower tribute.
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