So there’s this weird revelation taking over my brain, and it’s making me feel kind of stupid.

Have you ever noticed I start everything with “so,” as if we were carrying on a conversation, and I can’t figure out how to segue into the topic I’d like to move on to? No, that’s not the revelation, but you have noticed, haven’t you?

Anyway…revelation!

I came into this thing knowing full well that I absolutely love being beaten and degraded and used and treated as property. Not just sexual property, but a thing for my man to use for whatever he wants to use me for. Need something at the store, but don’t feel like going? Slave! Go fetch! Cup empty? Fetch, slave! Phone ringing? See who that is, slave. Itch on your nose? Hey, slave, come scratch this. Read more…