Back Into the Fold

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You've been away far too long. Los Angeles didn't sit well with you, did it? I'm sure it left much to be desired. You are far too advanced for that society. You do not belong among them. Leaving that trap was for the best. You've come back home to your people. We understand you. We understand your deviant proclivities. You don't have to explain your desire to be tied up tightly, or your need to perceive what's it like to not be able to escape. Helplessness is a prized state of mind - that is obvious in these parts. We are aware of your longing to be tossed around, masturbated upon, used as a lump of furniture, only to afterwards be arched over and taken from behind. There's no need to spell out the subtleties of the art of teasing, or the boldness of the whip. These matters are well understood here. You are home. Your reintegration process starts slowly, methodically. A modified ball truss assures that your movement is highly limited. But I know you need more. I know you need your puny freedoms to be eliminated one by one. First-ever it's your tongue - pinched and spread to your knees. Then your snatch lips are pinched and spread out to your toes. These additions are made to place you in the correct framework of mind. You are here because I want you here. You are here to be toyed with tho I witness fit. You are not to move. Stage 2 of this welcome home party has you worm tied and suspended. What's it like to be used as a lump of draped furniture? What's it like to physically support someone who is jizzing their brains out while you string up there, draped in both time and space. At my disposal. Finally, if I know of any way to feast the come back of a cohort, it's to welcome them with pain and objectification. Roped with your mitts around your neck, as if your are choking yourself, your snatch is uncovered and for the taking. That wouldn't be almost as fun, though, sans indoctrinating you first-ever with pain. I know what you are here for. I know why you came back. If you merely desired fucking, you would have stayed in that plastic city. You didn't. You came back home. And home is where the restrain bondage is.