Chapter Three
“WTF?”
Several years ago, I was reading what I thought to be a very well-written book about the joys of female submission. The author struck me as a woman who definitely knew what she was talking about, and I got that wonderful stirring in my belly that I always get when someone aptly describes submission realistically and beautifully. I saw a kindred spirit in her. No task was too small, and she went into great detail about all the ways she served her man: cooking, shopping, cleaning, laundry, changing his sheets, etc. I think there was maybe some yummy s****l service thrown in there too, but I really can’t remember. About two-thirds of the way through the book, she revealed that she is only in submission/service for one week out of the year. What the…? One week? She wrote
