i sometimes read or see photos of the elaborate, extreme scenes that people live or fantasize about and i feel a little like i'm at the crossroad of BDSM and Disneyland, caught between a dungeon and a cartoon, my own fantasies being so peaceful and uncomplicated sometimes. In my head, for instance, the image of happiness is the idea of curling up to sleep on the floor at my master's feet while he comfortably sits on the sofa watching tv or reading a book. One of his feet maybe snugly warming up between my legs and the other under the curve of my neck. i don't need much more.
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