There’s something particularly hot about a small beaten up bed in a big cage like this. If a cell looks too comfy then it gives off the wrong vibe. But if it looks too minimal then it runs into my inner realist. I know my 50 year old back and knees couldn’t survive on a cold concrete floor with just a thin blanket for company. This kind of bed strikes just the right note of rickety uncomfortableness. Plus, those metal legs give nice attachment points for the chains.
I located this via tumblr. The domme is obviously named Healah Sin. However, her website is defunct and I can’t find any active social media presence. So I’m guessing she’s retired.
A belated happy new year, or happy survival of a crazy year. Hope we at least see the light at the end of the tunnel this year.
That said I am envious of your vibrant social life. Ever since I decided to be honest about my kinks, my social life became very subdued. I know some people can handle both effortlessly but I just cannot. Sorry for the rant.
Nice picture; I like that there is also a hot-water radiator for with potential for added “comfort”.