Kat
Dy-ying.
I’m seriously dying. I finally found a real dom. The rush of love and well-being pouring into my brain from the hit of ecstasy makes this seem like I’ve just found Shangri La. But seriously. I feel like I have.
You’re going to get yourself s*****d, little girl.
I mean, how many times did I have to prance around in a schoolgirl outfit before some guy picked up the hint?
The trouble with men–boys, really. Let’s face it, none of these guys are men–is that they see the sexy outfit and think it’s for them. It’s the whole male gaze thing. I learned about it in women’s studies last semester–a class my dad said was bogus. So I’m playing to the male gaze. I’m giving them what they want to see from women. A s****l object to be desired. But I expect something in return.
More than a
