She awakens early. She is aware of the noises of the city; so different to the country sounds of the past week or so. Instead of kookaburras and birds in the gum trees, she hears the rumbling of the cars and the honking of horns in the distance. She is no longer in a humble house in a small town by the water but in a city house on a refined street; a river of respectability where people make their money by fair means or foul.
She opens up to the site where she will purchase and have sent to her, plugs for the remainder of her holes. By suggestion, and according to her desire and her will, she cedes the right to speak when she should wish. It is something she could not have imagined. Yet, here she is, doing it of her own volition and loving it.
If they should know that behind her front door, even at the local market where she purchases her supplies for her family, she is plugged, nothing but a fucktoy, how they would gasp in dismay, in disbelief, and perhaps even with a jaundiced eye.
As she becomes less, she becomes more. She knows that but they can only wonder at the reason for the sparkle in her eye.
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whoever said ignorance is bliss was neither Dom nor sub.
ReplyDeleteOddly those same people wonder why you have a godd marriage and how you stay together and so happy.
You ARE referring to ear plugs, right? ;)
ReplyDeleteSir J: You are right (as always!). I do notice people look at us, wondering what it is that keeps us so connected and clearly happy.
ReplyDeleteDante: If that works for you, then yes I am. LOL