Each time I moved between spaces, it felt awe-inspiring and magical to peek into other spaces. I truly enjoyed your skill and beauty. But your knowledge, open communication, and connectedness were all eye-opening and mind-expanding. With all the above said, I have my little self-ritual I like to do after having a session of entirely breaking down my mindset and experience from the session after I have had time to collect myself as it becomes pretty lost during the session. From the point of entry, there was excitement and bewilderment at being greeted by the box and seeing the restraints hanging. I found it a mental lock of me right at the entry, which continued to lock down my mind as the genuine subtle genius of coming in through an open door, not let in but accepting the responsibility of entering through as your own decision and power.

The sensation is followed quickly by choosing to leave or lock yourself inside. Then, decide to give yourself to the moment and what comes next. Taking in the surrounding collars and cuffs hanging, the thought of how quickly you will be restrained is creeping in. Only to look below them and see a chest with a chair across the way. Yet another devious yet subtle mind-locking and submissive choice. You can see the box can be locked, and you know that you are to sit on the box all while looking across to see a chair and know in your mind, "I don't deserve to sit on the chair." Layered with the idea that my sitting on the box is another choice to submit as my body effectively locks my items away until you physically lock them after my entry. From the very start, you are breaking me down to submission before even saying a word to me or placing any physical restriction on me. Then left bare with only soft nylon teasing my skin, plug filling my butt, and cage holding my cock. My thoughts and anxiety begin to overtake me as I wait, eventually hearing the click of your heels descending the stairs.