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CBD oil contains cannabidiol, an active compound found naturally in the cannabis sativa plant. It interacts with the endocannabinoid system and may help with mood, memory, sleep, and other biological functions.
CBT oil, on the other hand, probably contains capsaicin and is used for a completely different purpose!
Congratulations, you win this trend, this is the best one I’ve ever seen
Tried my hand at one of those Venn diagrams everyone makes. I think it turned out well.
Finally got around to checking out the new Holy Trainer
Is it just me or is the magic lock smaller than on the V2? I hope it is, it would make wearing the cage under rubber much more comfortable, and I’d worry less about the edges tearing the rubber
And I love the new smaller size! Do you guys think I should save up and shave off another ten millimeters?
I have no idea who you are, but I've been a few months into EDMR therapy ( trauma therapy) and this has been the most heartfelt and touching thing anyone has said to me in the 6 yrs I've dealt with what I went through.
This was not my first SA. I was SA'd as a child. I was trafficked before I was adopted. I was assaulted in high school by an official. I've been through a lot.
I buried it until I broke. But I'm healing. And some days that still looks like breaking all over again. I doubt myself. I struggle. I have panic attacks in the shower. I'll hate who I see in the mirror so I avoid them for days.. I struggle with anxiety, depression, shame.
But I've worked so hard to face things with minimal support. I'm honestly really grateful for this platform and the community it offers. I'm not even entirely sure how to absorb everything you said, no one has ever given that kind of support before 😭🥹💕
How do you process being abused by the love of your life? The first person you bore everything to. You gave your entire heart and soul to. Who saw every ugly, horrible part of you. Who went through unimaginable evils with you....
Who showed you love that you couldn't accept. Who gave you trust that you couldn't return. Who's life you made harder. Who you never appreciated. Who you could only see fault in because of your trauma because you weren't strong enough.
Maybe I did deserve what happened. Maybe I deserved all the nights not knowing what girl he was out with. Maybe I deserved the bruised ribs and having seizures in the rain. Maybe I deserved the SA, if I would have just said yes it wouldn't have happened.
Maybe if I was better, or softer, or quieter, or worked harder, or did more, or fought less...
Maybe it wouldn't be 6 yrs of me falling apart.
Life Makeover SEA Closed Beta Test (CBT) Sign Up Available For Singapore And Malaysia~!
Life Makeover is a soon-to-be-release dress-up plus life simulation game, where you can experience diverse styles of outfits and make-ups, create unique custom DIY designs and even build your dream home!
From the official website, the game will most likely be available in both Chinese and English when it gets released. There might be more languages added later on but unconfirmed.
Currently, sign ups for the first closed beta test for Singapore and Malaysia are open and held only in Chinese.
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( Update 28/7/2022 : Island Starshine server currently out now for Singapore & Malaysia )
IGN : ChiyukiQ
Server : Island Starshine
Invitation Code: D7NQ47
Feel free to use the invitation code at the character creation screen, ty ^_^
Official SEA Website : http://lifemakeover.archosaur.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LifeMakeoverSEA Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCaaIsX56nWN0fvGJXQ8yvhA Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lifemakeover_sea/ Discord: https://discord.gg/y6TCBzyTMC
You can also sneak a peek at the origin version here: https://mystyle.archosaur.com/
If you wanna find out more about this game, feel free to start off by watching this Youtube trailer below. Be sure to follow their official channels for more updates~!
Disclaimer : All videos and images used in this post are from the official media channels of Life Makeover and belongs to Archosaur Games.
The CBT was fun while it lasted, gonna miss this acc. Happy to get Clarence SSR at the last moment. Looking forward to playing Open Beta~! 😊
Ps. Thanks Lars for the carry ヾ(≧▽≦*)o
Friendly reminder that you are not someone else’s projection. Their judgements are flawed.
You are you. They should get help for whatever they’re going through, but you are NOT responsible for their projection.
Especially if you’re their kid. Your parent(s) have their own shit about themselves they need to figure out, and that is NOT your responsibility.
I reposted the Artemy/Daniil thing with a fix layer over Artemy's face, and my sister took the fix and made this
I- how do I even tag this
The ad Daniel saw didn’t exactly describe his ideal job: “WORKSHOP MODEL NEEDED ASAP - must be comfortable with nudity and adult content.”
Daniel was not particularly "comfortable with nudity" and, being a Christian father of three, "adult content" also wasn't something he usually condoned of. Still, money was tight and the pay they were offering for this position was incredible -- he even wondered if he could squeeze a few more dollars out of them since a "workshop model" was apparently needed so urgently.
When he called the man named "Alan" listed in the ad, a young-sounding guy picked up on the first ring. Saying he was interested in the "workshop model" position they had advertised -- if they could sweeten the deal with a couple extra hundred thrown on top -- the person on the other end didn't hesitate: "Yes, absolutely, I can make that work. The position's yours if you can be here in 15 minutes."
Daniel wasted no time going to the address he was provided with. To his surprise, the building had a sign saying "Learning Annex" out front -- and the specific suite to which he'd been directed seemed to have an art class in session.
Peaking in the barely-cracked-open door, Daniel saw a group of people painting at their easels in a circle, all of whom seemed to be paying attention to a flabby, old naked man standing on the platform at the centre. From this alone, he figured this must be the position for which he was being hired -- and, while he didn't love the idea of being totally exposed in such a public way, he did feel a bit of thrill at the idea of showing off his athletic physique and meaty package to a crowd of mostly young women.
He was faithful to his wife, that was for sure. But who didn't like being "noticed" by members of the opposite sex? No doubt these ladies would much prefer to be studying a fine specimen of middle-aged manhood like Daniel over the dumpy-looking geriatric currently in their gazes -- no wonder they were willing to pay so much for another model to take his place ASAP!
"Are you Daniel?" a 20-something young guy in a button-up shirt (presumably the "Alan" he'd spoken to on the phone) asked anxiously as he came to the DILF spying on the class in session.
"Uh, yeah, I'm here for the, uh, modelling," he replied, having decided he would definitely take the job if it meant getting some appreciative attention from some very good-looking ladies in there.
"Oh, thank God," the slender young man said with a sigh as he looked Daniel up and down. "I thought we'd have to cancel tonight -- but you look like you'll be perfect for this!"
Daniel didn't love hearing that from another man -- especially one who seemed like he was probably a flaming homo -- but he was, at least, pleased to know he would be getting the payout and the thrill he'd started to hope this "workshop model" position would give him.
"We don't have much time," Alan continued, setting down a large sack next to him and starting to pull things out. "Here's a robe and a key to employee bathroom. Just leave all your things there and bring the key back to me," he said quickly, shoving the terrycloth garment into Daniel's arms.
Before DILFy Daniel had a chance to ask a question, Alan pointed down the hallway (presumably towards the employee bathroom) and added, "We'll go over the paperwork and any questions you have if there's still time when you get back."
Accepting that time was of the essence, Daniel did as he was bid and made his way to where he'd be sent. He made quick work of peeling off his clothes and setting them in a neat pile on the counter before donning the robe he'd been given.
Going back out to find Alan again, Daniel saw the door to the suite was now open. He tentatively stepped inside to find the platform now empty and the students casually talking to each other.
"Oh, perfect," Alan said, thrusting a clipboard into Daniel's hands. "Just fill this out and we can get set up."
Noticing an attractive, young brunette sizing him up, Daniel barely looked at the forms he'd just been handed. Aside from making sure he spelled his name correctly and signed in the right places, he didn't bother to read most of it, just circling "N/A" wherever he could to speed up the process and quicken how soon he could show the hot young things in this room why they should be calling him "Daddy."
Absentmindedly passing the clipboard back to Alan, the younger man said, "Okay, I'll just look over your limits and everything if you want to go get comfortable on the platform."
If Daniel had been paying attention to something other than the fine pieces of ass in the room, he probably would have questioned that word Alan had just used: "limits." He probably would have realized that that form was asking about some very important things -- and that circling "N/A" was the worst thing he could have possibly done.
But Daniel was caught up in the moment, mounting the platform and -- with a deep breath to steady his resolve -- throwing off his robe to expose himself fully to everyone present.
The young ladies he'd been eying definitely all responded positively, eyeing Daniel's well-toned DILF bod hungrily.
But, just when Daniel had convinced himself that this was something he was going to enjoy, Alan said something that surprised him: "Okay, folks, you'll have to clear out of here now so we can get set up."
The on-display Daniel gave Alan a quizzical look as everyone around him started to pack up their stuff.
Maybe he would be posing for another group of art students? That had to be it. He just hoped that the next bunch would have as many -- if not more -- fine-looking young ladies in the mix.
"Let's get you in position," Alan said, climbing the platform and motioning for Daniel to put his legs on either side of the stool there.
Just as the last of the art students left the room, Alan began to pull a new item out of the bag he had with him. Daniel's eyes bulged when the young man produced what looked like shackles and started to attach them to the naked DILF's left ankle.
"Whoa, uh, is that... is that really necessary?" Daniel asked, a nervous laugh trying to cover how very anxious he felt in that moment.
"We need to make sure you stay in place through everything," Alan said casually, not looking away from what he was doing as he locked a second shackle onto Daniel's other ankle. "And the workshop participants go wild for this aesthetic," he continued, standing up to attach a connected set of shackles to Daniel's arms behind his back.
While feeling very apprehensive -- and suddenly quite aware of how very vulnerable he was (totally bare-ass, alone in a room with a fully-dressed stranger who'd just bound him in place) -- Daniel was willing to accept that Alan's explanation made a certain kind of sense. He would need to stay in place for the students to draw him, sure. And, all right, the shackles seemed a bit excessive, but in if they really made "the workshop participants go wild," maybe he could put up with the cold metal bondage for a few minutes...
Alan went back to rummaging through his bag, speaking absentmindedly to Daniel as he did so.
"You're really such a great find, you know?" he said casually. "Our normal model isn't anywhere near as fit as you are," he continued, seeming to find what he was looking for in his sack. "And all his limits mean that we can never get into the really extreme stuff most of our participants actually want to see."
There was that word again: "limits." This time, Daniel heard it. This time, it worried him. This time, he had to ask just what Alan meant by that.
Unfortunately for Daniel, he'd opened his mouth to speak in the same moment Alan was placing the item he'd just pulled out where it needed to go: a ball-gag right in the middle of the naked-and-bound DILF's mouth which he swiftly tightened in place.
In another moment of exceptionally bad timing, Daniel began his futile grunts of alarm and struggling against his bonds just as the first workshop participant entered the room. In Alan's mind, Daniel was just doing this for "added effect" -- acting the part of the "terrified victim" or playing up the image of a "reluctant submissive" for his audience.
"Is this the gay BDSM workshop?" the twinky newcomer asked, almost licking his lips as he sized up the well-muscled model on whom everything would be demonstrated very soon.
"Yep, you're in the right place!" Alan said causally, unloading more things from his bag and setting them up as more men filed into the room and found seats for themselves. Clearly, everyone had just been waiting for the cue to enter and, hearing Alan's words, were now eagerly filling the room.
Daniel continued to struggle helplessly and grunt in distress, trying to beg anyone to let him out of here. Being served up like a piece of meat to a bunch of fags was a nightmare -- one which was going to get much worse very soon.
"Can we record this?" a heavy-set guy sitting near Daniel asked, already holding up his phone to capture everything.
"Great question!" Alan said, using this as his cue to get started. "Hi, everyone, welcome!" he continued. "You'll be pleased to know that our model tonight has waived any rights to his image, so you can record and post away!"
Daniel went white as a sheet.
Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!!!
He should have read those forms more closely. Whatever happened now -- however invasive and nightmarish it ended up being -- would not just be limited to this moment and this room.
Visions of his totally-naked, shackled body (displayed on a stage in the centre of a group of otherwise casually-dressed gay men) being posted all over the internet flooded his mind. He would never be able to live this down. Everyone -- his friends, his family, his wife -- would see him getting reduced to nothing more than a pain-slut himbo by a scawny-looking fag who was young enough to be his son.
Yet, quickly stealing his focus from that train of thought was the next bombshell Alan dropped: "In some more good news, Daniel here has identified himself as a truly limitless submissive."
There were some sounds of surprise and approval from the audience, this crowd clearly curious to find out just what that meant.
"As you can see," Alan said, running his hand down Daniel's toned torso and then roughly grabbing hold of his his cock and balls. "Our model is very well-endowed."
The hold Alan had on Daniel's balls caused the bound DILF to bite down hard on the ball-gag in his mouth. It wasn't a particularly firm hold, but one which had been taken careless enough to cause an immediate reaction. Daniel's dick and balls were both extremely sensitive -- such that he always told the women he was with that they absolutely needed to be "handled with care."
"So, we'll spend our first hour on CBT," Alan said, releasing Daniel's manhood so that he could retrieve something he'd previously set on the side of the platform.
CBT? Where had Daniel heard that before? It sounded familiar, something he'd heard in a porn, he was sure...
Seeing Alan lift up a croquet mallet, it suddenly -- and horrifyingly -- came to him: "CBT" was "Cock and Ball Torture."
Daniel redoubled his pathetic attempts to beg for help and escape his shackles as Alan sauntered back up in front of him. "Since we had to stop at Level-3 CBT with our model last week, we'll pick up there today."
He mimed swinging the mallet like a golf club, lining it up directly with Daniel's heavy-set, defenceless balls.
"Once we get to Level 5, Daniel's package will be pretty much pulverized, providing an opportunity to move into two additional lessons," Alan said matter-of-factly, still miming the violent attack that was going to take place on Daniel's super-sensitive, totally defenceless genitals any moment now. "We'll go over how to provide effective First Aid when dishing out the most extreme forms of CBT," he continued. "And we'll also cover how this kind of CBT can be a great way to play with your sub's mind and convince him to beg you to keep his naughty bits 'safely' in chastity."
Winding up to finally connect the mallet directly with Daniel's balls any second now, Alan said simply, "So, folks, let's get this started..."