31F Too scared to play, too well-broken to let it go.
Perhaps I feel a little stuck. It’s been a long time since I played with anybody. I thought I could be normal, that I could have the thing nice girls have. But I’m not a nice girl, am I?
I was a good doll back then. Men liked to play with me. It is not kind to be made to be played with, and then put on a shelf. It is like I was made into something hollow that comes alive when a man takes interest, and then, poof — a lifeless doll when they disappear.
Yet at the same time, the wounds run deep. I find myself afraid to play. I find myself afraid to reach out, for I am old enough now to understand that there are monsters lurking out there.
Still I find myself craving the monsters’ touch, if there are monsters who can seem sweet enough to coax the most skittish lamb into their lap.
Kinks: all forms of mindfuckery, mental and physical transformation. Being reshaped into the perfect little thing to suit someone’s tastes. Loving sadism, gaslighting, manipulation, corruption, and degradation & praise whiplash... being so confused I mistake them for one another. Bimbos, hypnosis, breeding, cnc, piss, and some good old primal, feral fucking sex.
Limits: scat, gore, illegal, real-life hazards.