Your account, brain, humanity, dignity. Down the drain.
Another victim for Someone or Something who knew better.
Game over.
I want to walk among them, frozen and silent, and caress them knowing I will be the only being that knows they're still here.
I don't want a graveyard or a prison. I want a collection.
I want to walk among them, frozen and silent, and caress them knowing I will be the only being that knows they're still here.
I don't want a graveyard or a prison. I want a collection.
You're at some kink event, with people you trust. You have noise canceling earbuds in, so what everyone is saying is hard to make out, and you have special glasses (or no glasses, if you're near-sighted) that make everything fuzzy, so you can't can't tell who's who, only that...
You're at some kink event, with people you trust. You have noise canceling earbuds in, so what everyone is saying is hard to make out, and you have special glasses (or no glasses, if you're near-sighted) that make everything fuzzy, so you can't can't tell who's who, only that...
And you, you become easier and easier to consider turning into a thing. So bland, so boring, by the time you turn into a grey pair of panties it just seems so RIGHT for you.
And you, you become easier and easier to consider turning into a thing. So bland, so boring, by the time you turn into a grey pair of panties it just seems so RIGHT for you.
The way you laugh when something is really funny. Your ability to always choose a restaurant you want to go to. How you feel fresh after a nice warm shower.
Taking all the little sparks of you, making you easy to objectify~
The way you laugh when something is really funny. Your ability to always choose a restaurant you want to go to. How you feel fresh after a nice warm shower.
Taking all the little sparks of you, making you easy to objectify~
Placing it on the floor.
Trampling it under my bare feet.
Putting it back in your head, leaving you hopelessly obsessed with my feet, all of your thoughts covered by my footprints~
Placing it on the floor.
Trampling it under my bare feet.
Putting it back in your head, leaving you hopelessly obsessed with my feet, all of your thoughts covered by my footprints~
Someone should help make this happen
Someone should help make this happen