I was walking home on my way to the library and this guy kept following me. I knew it was the same guy because his car stood out. It was a red car with black racer stripes and a black number 3 painted on the door.
He kept driving past me and waiting at the drive way I was going to walk past.
The 3rd time I noticed him doing this I was mad and scared. He yelled out to me that he just liked watching me walk...
I would be happy if my Master wanted me to lock my in a cage and keep me there for the rest of my life. As long as he took care of me, I had room to move around, was able to talk to my family, and had a computer so I wouldnt get bored.
My journal, thoughts, experiences, and advice while in the lifestyle of BDSM. I'm highly opinionated and cynical. I'm not afraid to speak my own mind.
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