Most gimps are sad. Or if they’re not sad they seem sad all the time. It’s a by-product of the fact that they’re always wearing those masks, which give them neutral facial expression that could potentially be interpreted as frowns under the best of circumstances. And the fact that they’re almost exclusively employed so that they can be fucked up the ass.
But every once in a while the sun comes out in Seattle, and every once in a great while a basement bound ass-toy clad in leather is taken for a walk during that day. And today is going to be that day for you.
As you tromp around town in your black leather cat-suit you’ll feel the heat work into your bones. You’ll feel the sun energize you, energize the world around you. It’ll feel like a rebirth, a second chance at life. It’ll feel divine.
As you’re lead around on your leash you’ll feel at peace for the first time in months. Sure, things will be bad sometimes, like when people forget to give you food and water or when your anus is improperly treated after a particularly vigorous customer stops by. But today life will be good, and you’ll be able to revel in just being out and about before you’re taken by to your basement where you’re going to be viciously and repeatedly sodomized by anyone with enough money to afford it.
Congratulations Happy Gimp!
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