incredibly niche fetish but i go absolutely insane for body sushi. it scratches such a particular itch in my brain. perfect intersection of objectification and ostetantiousness and humiliation and display.
The urge to chain a sub up in heavy duty metal shackles and making them wear them at all times. Even if I‘m going to let you go out of the house with me you’re gonna be restrained. Don’t worry soon being restricted at all times will become comforting and safe for you.
need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need need
if i follow you, its not a matter of *if* ive thought about sex with you, its a matter of if i then spent the next hour trying to ritualistically cleanse myself from the guilt of imagining you naked without your express permission