Memoir of a Submissive

A refuge.

A retreat from the never-ending list.

You know the one.

The soul-sucking, mind-numbing, self-denying

Fucking list.

There, i do not have to think, reason, decide or be anything less

Than a bundle of sensation and desire,

Waiting for His touch or mine as He directs.

i can rest from the barking of my thoughts, the hounds of demand, always nipping at my weakness.

i can be weak, yet infinitely wild.

Caged,

Yet free.

Rule 55: i want the cage to be my safe haven from my fears, a place i can crawl into of my own free will, locked into it because Master granted my request to be locked in it.