"As a slave, without choices, rights or anything to my name, the only thing I thought I have is my pride. Without it, I'm nothing. But is it his plan to take that away from me as well?
Is a slave nothing without pride or should a slave have nothing including pride?"
- a subtle slavegirl
a tension-filled weekend. not bad, actually, a lot of fun. but so many things and pieces of our lives turned into confetti and co-mingling and i'm not very good at filtering through it all on-the-spot like a grown-up should, so it all gets prioritized and can make one crazy with too many things to think about at once. i'm a grown-up, yes, but your girl, your little girl, too.
i mis-read something over your shoulder and thought i'd read instead a title - This house is a broken palace.
no i never needed to be broken but i break into pieces like confetti at the slightest word from you.
you close me off from air, from orgasm, from pride and from shame simultaneously. somehow you manage this without turning me into an empty husk but instead full to the brim with thoughts and thinking and a tightly closed mouth.
photo credit to AsIFearTomorrow on deviantart.com
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