I'm a tidy person. I like everything in their right space. All excessive clutter should be put away, or at the very least, hidden. Out of sight, out of mind.

And with my slave no longer of any entertainment to me, it's time to pack him away. Wrap him up tightly and forget about it. No more irritation at looking at his human flesh. From here on out, he's only a faceless, bodiless gimp.

I wrap him up inch by inch, head to toe in plastic wrap. Layers and layers of plastic wrap. Each strip bringing him closer to being less than human, to being an object, to being my mere forgo... Show more