“I know it starts in my heart and in my imaginings, but from there it’s worked its way through my body. It’s in my blood and my muscles, in every breath I take—surrender, humility, having a strong and authoritarian man ruling over me. I ache for that. I ache for long hours of service laboring for my master… I yearn for a reprimand when I falter, punishment when I fail, the guiding hand of a master, and,” I gulp down a heap of hesitation, “the s****l lust these depraved things breed in me.”
I feel the heat behind my words and how is rises through me until I feel as if I’m burning up. My face flushes, my palms sweat, my anxious heart beats so fast that I need to pause to calm myself. A couple of deep breaths and I continue…
“I-I need to be some man’s slave in order to begin. It can’t happe
