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Oh dear

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*Boops you*

A-ahhhh!

Ahh!

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th-thank youuuuu

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*Boops you*

A-ahhhh!

Ahh!

...

th-thank youuuuu

Mmmmmmagic potato...

Flustered. Smiling an awful awful lot.

Eep!

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*Boops you*

A-ahhhh!

Ahh!

...

th-thank youuuuu

One of the things that attending my first pride festival taught me, was that I was a freak. And that was okay.

The second that I saw the collar and the set of wrist cuffs on that table, I knew. I wanted it. I just didn't know how to fully articulate it. And then the kind person who ran the stall asked me if I wanted to try the pieces on. I remember being so apologetic at the time, and them being so supportive. I remember feeling so... comfortable. I wore the collar and the cuffs for the rest of my time at the festival. I never felt so... completely safe before.

And when I got home, well... That's a personal story. The most important thing that I learned was that I was into bondage. I was into the idea of letting someone tie me up, and just letting go of control for a while. Giving that control to someone I trust. (And maybe in fantasy... to someone I don't.)

I'm a freak. A writer who likes freaky things. And I believe that that's okay, so long as everyone is safe and alright. So long as everyone is a consenting adult in the situation.

I don't know why I feel the need to admit it, but I do. And now that I have, I honestly feel better now.