doe-eyes | We had to move my cage. Temporary, of course. Some very vanilla guests were visiting, and apparently not everyone appreciates the aesthetic of a slave’s resting place in plain sight 🙃 So for now, the corner under the staircase is where I kneel. Same rules, same posture, same obedience. Just… less metal. Less obvious. A little more hidden. It’s funny how something so simple can feel so different. I know I’m still owned. I know nothing changed. But without the cage behind me, I felt a little more exposed somehow. Sir didn’t need the bars in place to make me feel owned. I just needed the silence, the posture, and the knowledge that I still belong to him. Always. | Fansly