As a submissive, I often find myself drawn to the darker corners of human nature. My master, a man of great power and control, has a way of pushing me to my limits, testing my boundaries and forcing me to confront the depths of my own depravity. I must admit, it’s a thrill unlike any other, a rush of adrenaline that courses through my veins like a potent elixir.
But it’s not just the physical act of submission that I crave, it’s the mental and emotional surrender that comes with it. The feeling of being completely at the mercy of another, of being reduced to a mere object, a plaything for their whims and fancies. It’s a heady feeling, one that I’m powerless to resist, and it’s one that I return to again and again, like a moth to a flame.
And yet, despite the risks, despite the potential for harm, I find myself drawn back to this dark and twisted world, again and again. It’s a siren’s call, a beckoning to the unknown, and one that I’m powerless to resist. For in the depths of my own depravity, I find a sense of freedom, a sense of release, that I can find nowhere else.
>Soulkyn