on display

i have a very dark masochistic desire to be objectified and put on display.

it would need to be somewhere away from where we live because there is no way i could do so, and get away with it, in my current line of work or town! lol but it is there.

crawling through the mud? no problem

sleeping in a cage? no problem

poked, prodded and examined like a prized cow? no problem

labeled and paraded down the beach, naked and leashed ..? no problem. (assuming it’s a kink accepting place, i have no want to expose unwilling participants to our kink. consent is consent, even from them.)

it’s emotional masochism, i think it stems from the fact that i am SOOOO much in control of so many things, and always have been.

the stronger the person, the deeper the hole we need??? i don’t know, i just know it’s here. everything else to me is trivial. things others feel shame in i have always quite admired about myself! lol

we’re kinky as fuck. ‘my’ side is for sure – pretty sure i passed that down to my kids, too! lol

my only regret? i fear my oldest has let propriety rob him of his kinky nature, … for now! i hope he gets it back.

❤ n