Closeted Girl
Holly, writing about a couple of ideas she has:
I want Rowdy (or someone else I trust both as a person and a BDSM top) to shut me in a walk-in closet for 24 hours. Maybe a whole weekend. I’d get a jug of water (maybe a little food if it’s a whole weekend) and reasonable allowances for potty breaks, and that’s it.
Why: Partly as a kink thing, but mostly as a mental-clearing thing. In a weird way it almost feels like something I need, a reboot for the brain, a forced mediation. I’m a person consumed by my distractions–sex! blogs! food! electronics! hobbies! TvTropes!–and while I treasure most of those distractions, I also want to know what it’s like to live without any distractions at all. It’s something I would do independently, but I don’t think I can force myself. So I’ll get someone to force me.
My first thought upon reading this was “potty breaks? Ridiculous! I’d just give her a bucket.” So I laughed when I saw an early comment in which she explained “I considered a bucket, but then I just know I’d spend the entire time thinking about the bucket.” Which is fair enough.
