erosexxx

this blog is for me, i know i have so few followers and i truly don’t mind that, i’m here to indulge in my fantasies in what i consider to be a fairly safe space… but i don’t know if i can anymore. i don’t if i can ever be into what i have on this blog, because when it was a clear fantasy that i could indulge in, it was always done so with the knowledge that it’s not “real” outside of this space, that women aren’t seen as objects by the majority of people—and maybe it’s been naïve for me to even think that, but it made me feel safe to explore these parts of myself.

i have loved being here, i have loved playing in this space even by myself where i was sharing my thoughts into the void honestly this is probably just going into the void but now it doesn’t feel the same. i have no impulse to explore anymore, to indulge with myself anymore, so as of right now i’ll be logging out of this tumblr account for a while, and i don’t know when or even if i’ll be back. but thank you to this side of tumblr for allowing me to indulge and explore and feel safe in my fantasies for the last 6 years.

thank you these blogs specifically, of whom i checked and interacted with on the regular but also never actually connected with or reached out to, the content you shared was always wonderful (or horrible in a delicious way) and i loved it:

Personally, I am still rethinking whether/how i want to engage in these types of kinks now that circumstances seem to be changing so swiftly. So far, doing it with a select few people works best for me, because then i know for sure it's just a kink for them too. But doing it with people in private doesnt fill a blog, ofc. So yeah, i totally get that you're taking a break.

The chain collar feels cold around my neck and I shiver, even though I still have some clothes on. Maybe it's the nerves.

I lie on my back with my legs spread wide in the air. A long chain loops around my thigh so tight that it dents the flesh. Then it goes under me until it meets and wraps around the other thigh. It's a snug fit. 'Why don't you close your legs for a bit,' he says. I try, but yelp from the quick and sharp pain caused by the metal cutting into my thighs. 'Can't do it, huh?' he smirks and I shake my head.

'Do you need handcuffs?' he asks. I say 'No' and I really mean it: I'm on my best behavior today. He pinches my thighs and flicks the parts still covered by my thong. My hands shake and I can barely stop myself from pushing him away. 'Do you need handcuffs?' he asks again, a bit more insistent now. 'Nonono, I'm sorry,' I say and move my hands out of the way.

Seemingly out of nowhere he slaps me hard between my legs and my hands shoot down to protect my most sensitive part. '...That's what I thought,' he says with an evil grin.

Two chain handcuffs quickly snap onto the collar around my neck. The metal feels hard and cold against my wrists and the cuffs clink when I try to move. 'I usually use locks for this,' he says, 'but I have carabiners now, because this is your first time in chains.'