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Because I don't yet play publicly, I don't dress.
I undress.
When Shepherd bids me strip, with that throaty, hungry growl, I am with every item of clothing removed moving into that mindset of being used for his pleasure. Nothing of me stands between him and his prey, his food, his girl. This is a significant transformation for me, and it results in amazing peace and subspace that feeds exactly what I need.
I do plan, at some point, to play in public.
I do plan to pay close attention to what I wear (or don't) in those scenes, too.
I mentioned in yesterday's post that I love laces and ribbons and corsets. I fantasize about ripped stockings and smeared lipstick and torn skirts. The clothing I wear for kinky play in public will represent my frame of mind -- being tied in ribbon, wrapped in silk and lace, or simply bound in a scarlet rope. I want to be that visual prey, that sensual treat in every sense, and that includes what my partner sees. I want to step into the magic, the fantasy, and lose myself completely... and I wanna take my big, bad wolf along with me.
So bring on the leather, the lace, the period costumes, the fishnet, the white cotton panties beneath my skirt...
I want it all.
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