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2021 hopes

on December 31, 2020

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My First Tattoo

I have always wanted to get a tattoo at some point, but like a lot of people, I always felt like I would be too scared by the prospect of pain to go through with it. I have never had a good pain tolerance. The reason why I decided to go through with it was a convergence of things in my life. I have been feeling like I've entered into a clear new stage of my life. I'm figuring myself out after my nurodivergent diagnosis, my relationships are all in a good state, and I'm getting financially secure. So it felt like the right time to do something to mark it. Another big thing was encouragement from Master to push myself and to try it out. He really helped me by talking me through it and setting hard deadlines for things like designs and bookings. What was the pain like? Going in to this, my biggest question was how painful was it going to be, so I figured this would be handy for someone to read my evaluation of it. At the start, it really wasn't that bad. It was like someon...

Leather Social June 22 | Bootblack's Eye View

I was definitely feeling a little off this evening. In sharp contrast to last time I bootblacked this time I seemed to be really struggling with getting into the same headspace. It was too crowded, it was difficult to set up, and I had to rush to get there in time. But, I still had a nice time when working at people's boots. the guys at the leather social were lovely as always. The best improvement of the night.

My First Time Being Trampled

I have always loved being at men's boots. The visual symbolism of working and worshipping at the lowest point I can be compared to them just fizzes in my brain. The first time I was trampled on by a Dom was something else entirely. It was an incredibly intense experience from the sheer overpowering sensations. The unrelenting pressure forced everything out of my head. I couldn't think, I couldn't resist, I could barely even breath. Every part of my consciousness was drawn to the immense force of the thick treads grinding down into my muscles, my bones, and to just do everything I could to take it for as long as could for him. And the real thrill was I knew as huge as it felt for me, this was barely any effort from him. He was only slightly plying his weight and I was having to put everything I had into not buckling under it. The fact of that power differential alone was like a needle into the subby part of my brain.

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