Published: February 17th 2025, 11:11:25 am
⚜️ I laid out my leather pieces on the bed, the same ones I wore last time. The high heeled shoes, the whip, the gloves - they still hold something from that moment. You know how some things keep the energy of where they've been? That’s what happens with these.
⚜️ These shoes with sharp blade heels marked bodies of men on their knees. The whip has cracked through silence. The gloves held chins in place, gripped collars, traced over skin.
⚜️ They’re just sitting there now, waiting for the next time I pick them up. But they’re not lifeless. They’ve absorbed everything - my presence, my control, the way I shape the world around Me. When I wear them again, it won’t just be leather. It’ll be everything I’ve done in it.