Why is this pouty little leather boy so sad?
Can’t he find someone to spank him no matter how badly he begs for it? Could it be that he can’t land a proper master who can deal with his glamor?
Maybe it’s that he has difficulty achieving sustainable menace and swagger because it’s so obvious — even masked and geared-up — that he’s disarmingly cute with his sassy pair of lips and “Please don’t hurt me — I’m fragile” eyes.
Perhaps — nay, certainly — he is the human equivalent of the lonely fox from The Little Prince:
“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…but you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”
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