photo by Anna Livia Atomic London Mistress Eva Meinhof
Imagine... Objectification exhibition, humiliation
Imagine... I send you directions to my dungeon by Email. We have never spoken or exchanged pictures. You are told to be here on Saturday morning, come inside when you arrive. Once here, you find a note and a matching set of leather collar and four shackles waiting for you in the entryway. The note instructs you lock the door behind you, remove all your clothes, put on the leather, then to open the door and crawl up the stairs on your hands and knees. It also warns you to expect a second note on the stairs and not to talk unless told to speak.
Half way up the stairs is the second note and a blindfold. You can't see into the room yet. The note says to blindfold yourself and come the rest of the way upstairs. When you look up you notice a whip draped over the couch...
And so you tie the blindfold and come into my house. Vulnerable, naked, blinded, shackled and collared, not knowing what I look like or what I will do with you. You don't even know if we are alone. You feel terribly exposed and beyond shy. But your exposure has not even begun. Firmly, yet gently, I take you by the arm and lead you slowly to a place in the room. You know there are windows all around from the brightness and warmth of the sun on your skin.....
Imagine... I send you directions to my dungeon by Email. We have never spoken or exchanged pictures. You are told to be here on Saturday morning, come inside when you arrive. Once here, you find a note and a matching set of leather collar and four shackles waiting for you in the entryway. The note instructs you lock the door behind you, remove all your clothes, put on the leather, then to open the door and crawl up the stairs on your hands and knees. It also warns you to expect a second note on the stairs and not to talk unless told to speak.
Half way up the stairs is the second note and a blindfold. You can't see into the room yet. The note says to blindfold yourself and come the rest of the way upstairs. When you look up you notice a whip draped over the couch...
And so you tie the blindfold and come into my house. Vulnerable, naked, blinded, shackled and collared, not knowing what I look like or what I will do with you. You don't even know if we are alone. You feel terribly exposed and beyond shy. But your exposure has not even begun. Firmly, yet gently, I take you by the arm and lead you slowly to a place in the room. You know there are windows all around from the brightness and warmth of the sun on your skin.....
art by Ray Caesar prelude 2004
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