A while back, I started a draft about all the things I miss about being his slave. I wasn’t even going to beat around the bush. I was going to put it just like that.

I haven’t been uncollared. He still owns my ass. It’s just been a really long time since he’s flexed his masterly muscles in any capacity. I think the last time I was punished, I was still in my twenties. I’m 32. And believe me, even at my best, I’m just not that good.

It’s not his fault, entirely. I’m kind of a bitch. I know exactly what buttons to push, in which order, and if I get too big for my britches, I put on my hiking boots and start kicking. When I go there, I could make Satan himself my bitch if given even half the chance.  Read more…