I am not sure how many readers of these blog posts read the comments that get posted. I found a recent couple of comments worthy of posting for those who do not normally read all the comments. The first, from the Q&A section, where bitch-boy responds with my permission to questions asked of him. The question asked was:
Ms Scarlet seems to delight putting you in sensory deprivation a lot. However do you deal with the many hours of confinement and sensory deprivation, it must get so mind numbing?
I do not deal with it. I hate it but I cannot get out of it. It is mind numbing as you say. It just fills me with a feeling of helplessness and vulnerability and makes me feel exactly like a toy that has been put back on the shelf until I am needed to play with again. Mistress Scarlet has made it plain, and it is obvious when I have looked at her while begging for this particular torment to be dropped, that Mistress really, really enjoys it. Mistress says it makes her feel so very powerful while Mistress is downstairs relaxing and engaged in things she enjoys, that I am upstairs, blind, deaf, immobile, vulnerable and constantly tasting piss or semen for two or three hours. It is something she really loves. Very often after, I later discover, around two hours have passed, I can sense her laying by my head and after a while the bed shudders a little and I know Mistress has bought herself to climax because she has been so turned on downstairs with her mind occasionally turning to my predicament, she has had to come upstairs to satiate her arousal. I have to say I do not deal with it. I hate it intensely.
The second unrelated comment from a sub to an apparently cruel, exploiting, Mistress described her state of being regarding her sub. I very, very much liked the words and saw myself reflected in them. I paraphrase them below:
Completely selfish and self-indulgent, no bottom to my greed. I will take and take and take until there is nothing left. I destroy something beautiful, that being my sub’s worship and submission – abused and siphoned until the sub is a broken human being, moulded in the image of my destruction.