The first time you hit me, I left.

But then came the texts.

And the calls.

And the emails. All professing your love and swearing it would never happen again.

You had an explanation, you see. You had trauma, I had to understand. You would change. You promised.

I wasn't sure. But I listened, and you talked. And the more you talked, the more it made sense.

That I was wrong. I misunderstood. I took things out of context. I made things up to make you the bad guy. Looking back, I don't know how I didn't see it.

I ended up thanking you for helping me grow, and when you suggested a blowjob would be better thanks, I agreed. It was only fair.

And then things were good.

We lived happily ever after.

For a time.

But then...Things weren't so perfect.

It was my fault. Obviously

I was too busy for you. I wasn't meeting your needs. I wasn't around for you. I wasn't emotionally present.

It made sense that you hit me. I wasn't sure at first. But you made good points.

I apologized with anal this time. You said I didn't deserve the pain. But I disagreed.

Or was it the other way around?

I forget that I'm dumb sometimes. You're always telling me so.

I'm so lucky to have you

The next time you hit me was the last time I was surprised.

I expected the one after it.

After all, I had been texting another guy

It didn't matter that he was my coworker

It was inappropriate. I knew that.

I'm so dumb to forget.

My mouth was already on your cock by the time you'd finished explaining it to me.

My friends started telling me to leave you.

Or rather, they got louder.

But I couldn't leave you.

You needed me. You said so.

And you were getting better. I swore to them.

I could get through to you.

But they wouldn't listen. They didn't like you.

They were jealous of your success.

I didn't see it before. But that's what all these bleeding hearts were hiding.

They hated themselves for being failures and they were trying to drag everyone else down to their level.

When they stopped texting me you told me I was better off.

You took the sound of me choking on your cock as agreement.

We both knew you were right anyway.

My parents don't call anymore.

I think it might have been that bikini you liked when we were on the cruise with them. Or that dress you bought picked for their anniversary party. Or maybe it was the sex noises every time they called.

I'm not sure. They've always been so unsupportive. You helped me see that.

I show my gratitude with my pussy. You even let me cum.

"I'm sorry, one last time, are you sure you want me to do this? Just confirm for me what you want it to say" the tattoo artist asks, needle poised above my cunt.

He glances over at you, clearly uncomfortable"Do you want him to leave?"

"No," I say confidently, "Women aren't people"

Main Kinks (In Order)

1. Misogyny

2. Objectification

3. Degradation

4. Collars

5. Slavery

6. Outfit Control

7. Exhibitionism

Other Kinks (Unordered)

Bondage (all) - Love it, the heavier and more dire the better
Predicaments - Same as above
Body Modification - One of my all time favorites.
Domestic Servitude - Can be hard to play, but lots of fun
Slavery - One of my all time favorites
Manual Labor - Love It
Torture (all kinds) - Into it, with some minor limitations with regards to knives, but I'll bring it up when/if it becomes relevant.
Humiliation/Degradation - Love it to pieces
Forniphilia - Oh god do I love this one. There's not enough of it
ABDL - Actually not on my list, but I'm not opposed to it
Piss Play - Love it actually
Snuff - I've recently learned that I love it
Lactation - Fun
Orgasm Control - Should it ever be any other way?

Limits

1. Heavy focus on blood, knives, needles, and scat

2. Puke

3. Underage

This is a love letter to a post from 10 days ago that I'm not allowed to link. So if you are this person, or you think like this person, message me, let's talk