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Still sick, but mentality update!
2 years ago
Hello!
Seventeen days until I can go outside again in public. STILL testing positive for COVID actively. >:L
But here I am, telling stories of dreams I had, as regaled to friends...
So, last night, I had a dream, and I think I want it to have changed my life. I had a BDSM dream, apparently partly along the lines of a REALLY FUCKING GOOD COMIC I DIDN'T KNOW EXISTED UNTIL AFTER I HAD THIS DREAM.
Premise of the dream was simple. Slavery is legal, I've been enslaved, and I live as someone's property now. Grim, miserable sort of thing - except how... Heartwarming and wonderful it all was. It felt fulfilling.
I vividly remember still the sensation of being collared, being property, lounging in master's presence. What am I doing? Who was my master? It doesn't matter, it's faded. What mattered was being owned, being observed, being a thing in its presence. I didn't simply love the person, with the details getting faded as the dream enters the past. I loved being owned, and gradually fell in love from an initial position of dejected apathy ("This is the rest of my life now, I suppose") to total obsession and adoration with the treatment as property, as a Thing, to be cherished.
Things happened in the dream, of course, but they weren't relevant to me. I didn't have to worry myself with the goings-on of people - I was property, and I gradually fell more and more in love with this concept until I could barely remember ever having been a person.
So anyway, haha, jesus, I am really in the market for someone who wants to treat me like a Thing now. Yare yare daze.
Seventeen days until I can go outside again in public. STILL testing positive for COVID actively. >:L
But here I am, telling stories of dreams I had, as regaled to friends...
So, last night, I had a dream, and I think I want it to have changed my life. I had a BDSM dream, apparently partly along the lines of a REALLY FUCKING GOOD COMIC I DIDN'T KNOW EXISTED UNTIL AFTER I HAD THIS DREAM.
Premise of the dream was simple. Slavery is legal, I've been enslaved, and I live as someone's property now. Grim, miserable sort of thing - except how... Heartwarming and wonderful it all was. It felt fulfilling.
I vividly remember still the sensation of being collared, being property, lounging in master's presence. What am I doing? Who was my master? It doesn't matter, it's faded. What mattered was being owned, being observed, being a thing in its presence. I didn't simply love the person, with the details getting faded as the dream enters the past. I loved being owned, and gradually fell in love from an initial position of dejected apathy ("This is the rest of my life now, I suppose") to total obsession and adoration with the treatment as property, as a Thing, to be cherished.
Things happened in the dream, of course, but they weren't relevant to me. I didn't have to worry myself with the goings-on of people - I was property, and I gradually fell more and more in love with this concept until I could barely remember ever having been a person.
So anyway, haha, jesus, I am really in the market for someone who wants to treat me like a Thing now. Yare yare daze.
