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ORIGINAL: ExSteelAgain

From my journal last Feb.

There is something about going to Walmart on a cold, dark night that makes me feel better with the teeming people in search of companionship under the bright lights. It shocks me when I enter from the parking lot and the weather to see all of that activity in the controlled environment. I’m in another world where darkness doesn’t matter. There is nothing bad here.
  
The old lady dressed in that blue thing gives me a shopping cart with a noisy wheel. I hold the handle of my cart tightly for security as I enter past the arcade carnival like games with toys in the glass asking for 50 cents a try to take one home. Ronald McDonald sits on a bench. All the color and cartoon like characters dressed in blue make things swirl for awhile. I'm in an Alice in Wonderland experience I tell myself. Where is Scarecrow?
 
Inside I try to focus on why I came. I push the cart to the right like I do when I walk on the track and hope things will come to me. Remember it is Saturday night and the big event of the week for many. I notice a beautiful young woman in a wheel chair approaching. Her hair and make-up is perfect and she smiles at me as we pass on that aisle where the clothes and food sections come together. Of course, this is her way out, too. Her Saturday night date whispering and touching her…the bright lights and warmth of Walmart. I push my noisy cart faster until the sound of the bad wheel blends into something bearable, not seeing the items on the shelves for awhile.
  
By the time I check out, exchange pleasantries with the clerk and pick my bags off the spinning carousel, I’m one of the experienced, one of the characters in the surreal setting, as I watch the newbies entering. I’ve got things and they have nothing. Out into the dark again, but feeling as if I’ve done something as I drive into the darkness, glancing in the mirror at the huge island of light behind me.

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ORIGINAL: satyrsnymph28
apparently thats not BDSM enough for some...
but its what i want

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ORIGINAL: ExSteelAgain

From my journal last Feb.

There is something about going to Walmart on a cold, dark night that makes me feel better with the teeming people in search of companionship under the bright lights. It shocks me when I enter from the parking lot and the weather to see all of that activity in the controlled environment. I’m in another world where darkness doesn’t matter. There is nothing bad here.
  
The old lady dressed in that blue thing gives me a shopping cart with a noisy wheel. I hold the handle of my cart tightly for security as I enter past the arcade carnival like games with toys in the glass asking for 50 cents a try to take one home. Ronald McDonald sits on a bench. All the color and cartoon like characters dressed in blue make things swirl for awhile. I'm in an Alice in Wonderland experience I tell myself. Where is Scarecrow?
 
Inside I try to focus on why I came. I push the cart to the right like I do when I walk on the track and hope things will come to me. Remember it is Saturday night and the big event of the week for many. I notice a beautiful young woman in a wheel chair approaching. Her hair and make-up is perfect and she smiles at me as we pass on that aisle where the clothes and food sections come together. Of course, this is her way out, too. Her Saturday night date whispering and touching her…the bright lights and warmth of Walmart. I push my noisy cart faster until the sound of the bad wheel blends into something bearable, not seeing the items on the shelves for awhile.
  
By the time I check out, exchange pleasantries with the clerk and pick my bags off the spinning carousel, I’m one of the experienced, one of the characters in the surreal setting, as I watch the newbies entering. I’ve got things and they have nothing. Out into the dark again, but feeling as if I’ve done something as I drive into the darkness, glancing in the mirror at the huge island of light behind me.

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ORIGINAL: domiguy

Outstanding!!!!......When visiting Walmart, or as the snooty like to say "The Walmart"....It is as if time stands still...Though I haven't attended an event since last Spring...You always feel welcome.  It's like family.....Sadly, it has become a place where the beautiful people meet....I will always consider Walmart, in my heart of hearts, the hub where Ellis Island met Capitalism...A love story...

Extremely well done!!!!

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ORIGINAL: ExSteelAgain

From my journal last Feb.

There is something about going to Walmart on a cold, dark night that makes me feel better with the teeming people in search of companionship under the bright lights. It shocks me when I enter from the parking lot and the weather to see all of that activity in the controlled environment. I’m in another world where darkness doesn’t matter. There is nothing bad here.
  
The old lady dressed in that blue thing gives me a shopping cart with a noisy wheel. I hold the handle of my cart tightly for security as I enter past the arcade carnival like games with toys in the glass asking for 50 cents a try to take one home. Ronald McDonald sits on a bench. All the color and cartoon like characters dressed in blue make things swirl for awhile. I'm in an Alice in Wonderland experience I tell myself. Where is Scarecrow?
 
Inside I try to focus on why I came. I push the cart to the right like I do when I walk on the track and hope things will come to me. Remember it is Saturday night and the big event of the week for many. I notice a beautiful young woman in a wheel chair approaching. Her hair and make-up is perfect and she smiles at me as we pass on that aisle where the clothes and food sections come together. Of course, this is her way out, too. Her Saturday night date whispering and touching her…the bright lights and warmth of Walmart. I push my noisy cart faster until the sound of the bad wheel blends into something bearable, not seeing the items on the shelves for awhile.
  
By the time I check out, exchange pleasantries with the clerk and pick my bags off the spinning carousel, I’m one of the experienced, one of the characters in the surreal setting, as I watch the newbies entering. I’ve got things and they have nothing. Out into the dark again, but feeling as if I’ve done something as I drive into the darkness, glancing in the mirror at the huge island of light behind me.

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ORIGINAL: satyrsnymph28

what causes you to love the lifestyle?

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what do you hate about it?

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do you come and go from the mindset of being interested in BDSM?

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ORIGINAL: ExSteelAgain

From my journal last Feb.

There is something about going to Walmart on a cold, dark night that makes me feel better with the teeming people in search of companionship under the bright lights. It shocks me when I enter from the parking lot and the weather to see all of that activity in the controlled environment. I’m in another world where darkness doesn’t matter. There is nothing bad here.
  
The old lady dressed in that blue thing gives me a shopping cart with a noisy wheel. I hold the handle of my cart tightly for security as I enter past the arcade carnival like games with toys in the glass asking for 50 cents a try to take one home. Ronald McDonald sits on a bench. All the color and cartoon like characters dressed in blue make things swirl for awhile. I'm in an Alice in Wonderland experience I tell myself. Where is Scarecrow?
 
Inside I try to focus on why I came. I push the cart to the right like I do when I walk on the track and hope things will come to me. Remember it is Saturday night and the big event of the week for many. I notice a beautiful young woman in a wheel chair approaching. Her hair and make-up is perfect and she smiles at me as we pass on that aisle where the clothes and food sections come together. Of course, this is her way out, too. Her Saturday night date whispering and touching her…the bright lights and warmth of Walmart. I push my noisy cart faster until the sound of the bad wheel blends into something bearable, not seeing the items on the shelves for awhile.
  
By the time I check out, exchange pleasantries with the clerk and pick my bags off the spinning carousel, I’m one of the experienced, one of the characters in the surreal setting, as I watch the newbies entering. I’ve got things and they have nothing. Out into the dark again, but feeling as if I’ve done something as I drive into the darkness, glancing in the mirror at the huge island of light behind me.

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ORIGINAL: BeachMystress

Lots of people cycle. I've not had it happen yet, but who knows about the future. The biggest bit of advice I have is.. DO NOT THROW OR GIVE AWAY YOUR TOYS. Pack em up and put them on a top shelf somewhere. While you may feel you'll not want this ever again most of my friends who have lost interest have come back after six to eight months.