The Ambiguity Liberates and Nuances Release

Now with a plan and a way to hit Ryan where it hurt, he intended fully to exploit this opportunity. For so long he had despised dealing with Ryan. Yet because he was Senior Manager it had been next to impossible to challenge him. Even the small victories due to being intelligent were minor in comparison. Now David had means, had a clear path on how to win. **** had never tasted so sweet. Or in this case salty. Smirking to himself he flew through his work, he could not remember the last time he had been in such a profoundly good mood. While the coding was sometimes fun being at work for the longest time been such a labour. Admittedly, David was a bit of social recluse not to mention he struggled with being social at times. Numbers and letters were easy to understand, wrap his head around, but when it came to actual interactions it had always been a weak point. He had considered he could be undiagnosed, but medical rates were insane so he did nothing.

In retrospect it was perhaps not a huge surprise his social life equated to friends from works, and friends of friends. He was so far out of his usual comfort zone, but it was exhilirating so completely exciting. He was not blind changes were happening, but he could deny they were finally providing glimmers of happiness. So much had happened past few days, that had left him with so much questioning of himself, his identity and who he wanted to be. Repressed memories, revelations of truths that had been long forgotten.

He had heard exercise could theraputic but he had never imagined it could be this effective. Lately he was wondering, just who he was? For so long he tried to play what others expected, but all he found was mundanity. No spark, no fufilment, just existing, existing between reality and ****. Even his opinionated inner voice was a comfort now despite how critical it could be at times.

As if on cue, he heard it speak, "Did you ever consider that perhaps that the reason this all feels so liberating is because you been treading water all your life. Always afraid to swim, go out into the wider ocean. You tried to wear masks and act out what was expected. And what was the result, a misogynistic asshole who saw women only as a means of personal fufilment. You wanted to use them, you wanted to control them. Why not be honest with yourself and just admit you craved control, because you had none. You never been in control ever. You've been a puppet on a string dancing to same jig. I think it's time this puppet cuts their strings and colours outside the lines."

Listening to the voice he nodded to himself, "No more treading water. No more half-measures." exhaling he decided to finish up his work. There was a lot he intended to do late this afternoon. Finishing up on what he intended to do today, he stood up and shut down his work station after sending new updated file to Ryan, pausing he smirked and added, _"Kisses, loved our times spent together." _it made him feel so delicious to know just how uncomfortable and thrown off Ryan would be.

Heading out the building in a fantastic mood, he entered his car and once again put on his favourite podcast, "This is Millie Williams welcome to Liberated Women, where we discuss Politics, Feminism, Queer Rights and anything inbetween. Today we're discussing BDSM and how healing it can be. Many of our listeners may already know, but for those who don't. Many who partake in BDSM whether dominant or submissive have in the past experienced great trauma. Kink is a great way to explore this trauma in healthy and consensual fashion. For instance, I myself experienced a horrific case of domestic **** when I was younger. Therapy can help, but there is limitations. My partner I met her at Kink Club for Queers and over te months she helped me feel safe and secure. Now when we mention BDSM please remove any knowledge of 50 Shades of Grey that book series done so much harm to BDSM image. In fact we could maybe explore that in a future episode."

David had to admit that his perception of BDSM was often twisted by such media. It had often felt depraved. It did not help often women seemed to favour it. Here he was learning just how wrong his previous perception. Once again his mind wandered again, while listening. Flashes little slower, of him/no her/no him being tied up fondled, caressed, tied to bed, or tied up physically by ropes. His hand softly started to stroke downwards and over his pathetic cock. A big powerful man having his way with her/no him stripping her/no him naked and tying them up to have their way. His hand more eagerly rubbed over his pathetic cock through his trousers. Unable to focus on the road anymore, he found a space to park, and continued to focus on the images playing in his/her mind. His other searched his pecs and slipping under his t-shirt he opted tease and fondle his nipples, whimpering and quivering. How badly he wanted some strong man to tie him up and call him a whore, teach her/him a lesson. After all Dav-chelle was an obedient slut. His hand between his legs rubbed even more and more furtively and vigorously while his voice raised ever slightly, making his once masculine voice sound more ambigious. How they/she/he wanted to have his clothing ripped off and tied to a bed. Finally the flashes, in various states of undress, in various positions tied up and trapped. It was overwhelming, with her higher voice, she whimpered, feeling his pathetic, cock ejaculate over his trousers.

In response, unbeknownst his pecs continued to grow more prominent, his thighs started shaping out followed by his rear beginning to round. Mich-avid sighed blissfully, now they needed to go to get those new clothes. It had been so long since she/he/they had treated themselves. Her pathetic cock had started to shrink even more, still only gradual, but now changes were becoming more frequent. The more Miche-vid acted the more her entire self was changed and reformed.

Next stop was the stores at the mall.