Then he came into my life, a fetishist who had me searching for answers about my existence once again. He pushed boundaries and knocked down walls. It seemed nothing was off limits or out of reach, and I found myself doing things with him and for him that I had never imagined. In his opinion though, I was too aggressive in my everyday life to be fully submissive sexually. He whole-heartedly believed I was a switch, and I had no idea what that meant exactly. I laughed and debated with him over the less restrictive label he was suggesting. How could that possibly fit me better than the one I was now comfortably wearing? Read more here
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The beauty of the slave hunt was that it was the closest I could get to being hunted and captured without being in any real danger. Bounties were offered by the submissives, we were turned loose into the woods, and sadists with paintball guns hunted us. It didn’t matter that I had signed a waiver, declared my hard limits and wore a paintball mask for safety reasons. My survival instincts kicked in hard when the air gun signaled an end to our lead time. The feeling is primordial–fight or flight. Adrenaline shot through my veins and I ran. Read more here
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One clicked both of them:)
I’d meant to purchase Heather’s “The Hunt” when it first came out, but for some reason hadn’t done it yet (shame on me).
I didn’t even realize you had another book out, Nikki. Nice job!
Yes, shame on you, Trent. Now bend over. Wait, what? I kid! Sorta, maybe.
Thank you and super big hugs!