Isolation Punishment
I almost forgot to write about one of the devilish creative ‘dungeon’ ideas I had while on our road trip to Oregon. We passed by a shipping container warehouse/junkyard with stacks and stacks of old shipping containers for sale, see where this is going yet?
Well seems like you can pick up one of those big shipping containers they put on trains and trucks, used, slightly damaged etc, for under a grand. Can you say isolation chamber? Naughty sub, in the dark, cold, some straw on the floor, a bucket in the corner for bodily functions, bowls for water, maybe food, and an air horn for emergency signal. I figured an air horn would make a good ‘panic button’ because the bottom would have to be serious before setting it off in that space. Of course there would be a few air holes drilled in the top. It would be pretty pitch black in there regardless, would see to that. No sense of time. Hmmmm. I can’t wait to have property, I have -so many- yummy sadistic ideas. Of course people do realize this is all about consensual relations between informed adults. I’m all about the consent. A lot of thrill for me comes from the thrill I’m creating for the other person. Take away the consent and underlying enjoyment of the punished, and it becomes something base and horrific to me. As opposed to something base and fun. So remember if you’re a little subby who comes for a visit or to live with the lovely Mistress Katt, you’d better behave, or you could be all alone in the dark, cold or hot depending on the weather… not knowing when you will be seeing the light of day again, will I forgive you in an hour? a day? or….
XO
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