What if this was my life? Kept, confined, restrained. Punished, defiled, degraded. All day, all night. What if his brutal slaps were our only point of contact? What if his piss was my only source of sustenance…and intimacy.
This was the painting that plucked me out of a 3 year creative slump. I finally found where I could place my creative, sexual and analytical energy into. Plus I like feet.
![[f22] all dressed and ready to play](https://www.nude-pics.org/gallery-2/f22-all-dressed-and-ready-to-play-Lwq9aPqcXm/f22-all-dressed-and-ready-to-play-thumb.webp)
