Mz Berlin
"Better to copy it 50 times than to say it."
I love and need denial. Deny me:
the privilege of eye contact
the privilege of speaking
choosing my own clothes
wearing clothes
orgasm
touching my clit or cunt to edge
certain foods
closing doors / privacy
sitting on furniture
using the toilet
the privilege of making decisions
being alone in public
sleeping in a bed
using dishes for humans
hiding my nakedness behind my hands when people visit
When rules are made that restrict, limit and deny me I feel safe and protected. I feel taken care of but most of all, it affirms my existence as nothing more than property to be owned and controlled for your pleasure.
And that makes me horny.
How easily she stand. For me is quite difficult sometimes, with that shoes
I got myself a labia spreader and it’s driving me crazy…
They’re this nifty little things that, well, spread your labia. Besides the obvious exposing your clit to all kinds of stimulation (especially while wearing denim over it, ugh), the feeling of having labia spread all the time is a thing on it’s own.
I bought one for a couple of bucks and tried it immediately when it got delivered. It’s so mean! I never even thought of what the part that gets inserted might feel like but damn…
It stretched me but left me wide open and empty at the same time. While pressing a sweet spot in me at the same time. It’s just. You’re empty but not. You’re exposed but not feeling anything on the outside. And damn. Moving? Wearing it under clothes? Denim is the best kind of bad.
If you think wearing a plug or crotchrope outside is a nice dirty secret, try walking around with your cunt wide open. (Hmmzz, I should really try the trifecta someday.) I wanted to get home soooo bad to touch myself. Oeh! And the airhumping. Gzzzbluprstttghaaaa!
A closer view of the poster (in case your eyesight is not as good as your behaviour).
Bimbo is better