

(story continued) The big shiny elevator door opened to reveal a middle aged naked man on his hands and knees, wearing nothing but a d!aper, leashed by his impressive dominatrix - fully latex clad and adorned with a tight waist cincher, long justice red fingernails, and fabulously chunky black necklaces of gems and stones around her neck. “Holy fuck” I thought to myself. Her d!aper sub scooted into the elevator and she strutted in between our tight crowd. The 5 of us slowly eyeballed each other in amazement as we floated to the main floor of the convention hall. I had only been sober for two years by this point in my life, and I was still trying to re-discover how to socialize and participate in networking events and such… the kryptonite for a struggling alcoholic with introverted tendencies and unresolved childhood trauma. This experience in the elevator was eye opening for me though… I began to realize something that had never occurred to me… To be continued Saturday! (on a side-note about the SECOND explicit photo... unlock for $3 to see.. I agreed to this photo shoot tied up with the liquor bottle on me when I was newly sober... even though I was uncomfortable with the idea. Today I see this image as a metaphor for being bound to a life where drinking booze is supposed to be "normal", yet recovering alcoholics like myself are f0rced to abstain from the "normalcy" of society. )