Today, i took a road trip with some friends and with a new friend tucked away inside me: the 1.5” Pure butt plug i got to stretch myself for Master! it’s very dense - stainless steel! - and definitely grounded me all day. you want a reminder of who owns your ass, try a steel bulb in there for 16 hours.
beyond even that, though, having something fill my ass all day felt really, really powerful: a reminder of my body, in my body, and of my place as His serv. AA Bronson was supposed to have used feathered butt plugs as talismans, to activate sacred queer energies, and i can totally understand how that idea came about. i want to play more with the occult/spiritual qualities of these cyborg body mods. definitely felt much deeper a connection to that sacred root chakra that i was worried chastity would split me off from. also, using it to practice kegels, strengthen and loosen my sphinters, my control over my most basic muscles, gave me a stronger connection to my own body.
this picture was taken in a rest area bathroom, at His demand - He snapped His fingers, i leapt to serve. makes me feel really, really sexy to look at that tiny steel handle, a sort of planted flag of His ownership, His plans for my ass, like His cage on my cock, His plaything. it feels so good to carry around tangible, physical marks and artifacts of my position as His, as owned. it helps me grow for Him, beneath Him, into what He wants me to be, and into more of who i am.
what a scattered post. did i mention that i slipped this in at 2 AM without a chance to sleep before a 6 hour car ride? also that i may have worn this plug to congress? even got it through security!
wow, i should probably cut this off here. bless!
