N O N E E D T O T A K E R I S K

"But that means you stay in the thing... with the things..."

Y E S

"That means you continue to suffer..."

N O T S U F F E R I N G

"I find it hard to believe."

I sigh.

I A M A S U B M I S S I V E B O N D A G E S L U T

"Don't say such things, you are not a slut."

O K

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S U B M I S S I V E B O N D A G E N O T A S L U T

...

"You don't want out?"

I sigh again.

I W A N T O U T T O H E L P Y O U

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I T R U S T Y O U R R I S K A S S E S S M E N T .
\ I F T O O R I S K Y I D O N T W A N T O U T .

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C H A I N I S N O T A P R O B L E M

He's still not convinced.

T H E T H I N G W I T H T H E T H I N G S

I S N O T P A I N F U L

I T

FUCK, it's embarrassing.

I sigh again. Let's play doctor, all right? No judgement, just facts.

I T G I V E S S E X U A L A R O U S A L A N D A L S O I C A N T C O M E

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W I T H O U T S O M E O N E H E L P I N G

My face must be really red by now.

I N S H O R T I L I K E I T

W H A T I D O N T L I K E I S B E I N G A H U G E P A I N I N T H E A S S F O R Y O U

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A L S O I L I K E B E I N G A P O N Y S O R R Y

No, I can't continue. I turn my face away and drop my head.

"Man, where were you thirty years ago. Oh, right, less than a day away."

He takes a pause. That's torture, I tell you. What does he think of me? Why did
\ I call myself a slut? What if I ruined everything? What would I think
\ of myself in his place? Say something, old man.

"Hey, hey, are you crying? Why? Hey, stop that! What, you think I somehow think
\ less of you now? Don't be silly Mute. So you like bondage, big deal. Whatever.
\ We'll have to get you out though, what if something happens to me, but it can
\ wait a little. We have to plan the operation, in the mean time you'll have
\ to stay in the thing with the things anyway. Might as well enjoy it,
\ it's better than the opposite, am I right?"

Difficult to argue. I lean on him again. My drool drips on his coat.
\ It's the opposite of hot in my opinion. I suck on the gag hard.
\ He doesn't pay attention.

"So, let's divide our labour. You focus on enjoying yourself while I think what
\ to do next and how to go about it. Stop being so hellbent on helping me,
\ I'm sure you'd do everything you could in other circumstances, but as
\ the situation presents itself now, the best help you can offer is being happy.
\ Mute, you are not useless. You are everything to me, the only meaningful thing
\ in my whole life. You like being a pony? Suddenly I'm thinking about having
\ a pony, if you catch my drift. And don't be sorry about it, as long as
\ it makes you feel good."

I weigh available options. I can be useless and happy OR useless and unhappy.
\ He is right on all accounts. I nod. The only thing I'm uncomfortable with is
\ the way my happiness would be achieved. It's not that I'm all that ashamed,
\ though I'll admit... Anyway, it's that yet again, I'm not just useless,
\ I require extra care now. In this labour division model of his, he works for
\ both of us, and I'm a happy pony. As opposed to an unhappy pony, we've been
\ there. Once I'm out I have one hell of a debt to pay to him, until then
\ let's be happy.

I nod again. It's time [[to discuss some things.|next]]

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