Apr 29
“quiet game” is pure torture for someone as loud as me.
she straps me down spread eagle, looks me in the eyes and tells me i’m only allowed to moan softly and politely with a fat gagball in my mouth.
then she starts working my armpits, ribs and tummy with unpredictable tickles mixed with slow scratches.
every loud burst or curse word means she immediately switches to my soles for a full minute with her stiff brush.
i’m still trying to learn how to control my voice… but failing usually means the brush feels ten times worse.
