Routine

If someone had ever EVER predicted to me that I’d have a dog crate in my apartment, and no dog…I would have thought they were talking about some other life.  I also would have been even more incredulous if they told me that I would find myself in said dog crate AND that I think it is sexy.  Yet, here we are.  The crate is unfortunately a classic BDSM discipline method.  There is so much porn involving ladies (or boys) in cages that look suspiciously like dog crates.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the crate, but it feels a bit like a guilty pleasure.   Kinky junk food in a way.

As I vaguely alluded to in the Tier 2 post, the crate is actually part of this roster of punishments I regularly get stuck with.  It is pretty funny because I more often than not engage in self-crating.  The crate actually was one of the ways that I realized I am really am submissive (a topic for another time).  Hopping into that closed tight environment is so relaxing.  I have actually fallen asleep in there once.

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