When I faint and fall by the wayside of my cares, it [a cup of favor] shall give me strength to bear up, as the refreshments of your sympathy seem to flow from its lip, and when I thirst, it shall be as one of the consecrated fountains of my relief.

There was no such thing as a bastable in those days.

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“This is my subbie, and you get no say in that.” “She's not your subbie, Dominic,” I stated. “You left her hanging in the shibari room last night. […]