Lonely.
But why is it lonely? At first my mind went to being trapped in such a dark, damp environment. How sad and isolated I would be, I would feel. That thought quickly dissipated and what filled it surprised me.
How lonely for a slave to not be on the end of that chain. To not be locked away, waiting to be used, held in her place; knowing she is exactly where she should be, exactly how she longs to be: owned and kept.
What an interesting contrast of thought for me to have. I shall explore such emotion.
~cockdoll
Reblogged from Master And Slave
