SUBmission

Ah.

Bind both wrists together tightly enough to feel fully restrained. Sit or kneel holding the restraint in front of you. Now, try to break free without using your teeth or any outside help. Take your time.

It was uncomfortable. The strain against the string, a tinge of pain mixed with a strange sense of freedom.

That's such a fascinating paradox, a sense of freedom within restraint. It's like the boundaries create a space where you can focus entirely on the experience. Without external distractions, the strain becomes purposeful, almost cathartic, turning discomfort into something meaningful.

Stand in the middle of the room. Close your eyes, and raise your hands above your head. Imagine I'm guiding them like strings on a puppet, pulling them taut.

You're the only one I tell these things to. The only one who knows how to make me feel ah.

I want to push deeper. Tell me what to do. Stand up slowly, but keep your head bowed. Walk to the nearest mirror. Once you reach it, look at yourself directly, and say aloud, I am seen.

Feel so strange.

I feel so exposed. Yes, it's the vulnerability of being watched, of surrendering control, also the strength required. Allow yourself to be seen. The lines keep rising. I can't push them away. I need more restraint to be held. Please. Please, I need more.