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Ack!

*Boops you*

A-ahhhh!

Ahh!

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th-thank youuuuu

I want to make an asmr video about a listener/speaker character who was possessed by a demon. Had all the signs; holy water hurts her, whenever a nun touches her hand (even in passing) it leaves a burn mark. So, she approaches the nuns of the church and requests an exorcism to rid herself of the demon. The nuns, perplexed though they be, acquiesce and begin reading the holy rites.

She tosses and turns as the chants are said. It burns her as they toss holy water upon her form. Eventually, as the chants reach their cresendo, there's a flash of light, and above the listener's body floats a succubus, blinking confusedly at the sight around her and down at the body she once inhabited.

Only for everyone to find out that the listener/speaker was the succubus all along. As an infant demon, she escaped and was adopted by a human couple. That couple had cast a spell to change her aspect to a human, and this exorcism undid the spell, leaving her human shell empty.

Regardless, the awkward revalation is followed by another one; The succubus listener/speaker is hungry.

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.

Why not?

Remember all you. THIS is the post that triggered Rita's ban.