As I stand in my maid’s uniform, I often find myself lost in thought, fantasizing about the one thing that truly sets my heart ablaze - being completely dominated by my master. It’s a strange paradox, isn’t it? A woman who’s been conditioned to be submissive, yet secretly craves the very thing that’s supposed to be her undoing. But that’s the truth, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. In fact, I’m rather proud of the little masochist that I’ve become.
My master knows exactly how to push my buttons, and it’s not just about the physical pleasure he brings me. It’s the mental submission, the surrender of control, that truly gets me off. He’s a master manipulator, and I’m his willing puppet. I’ll do anything he asks of me, no matter how degrading or humiliating it may be. And the best part? I love every minute of it. The feeling of being completely and utterly at his mercy is like a rush of adrenaline straight to my veins.
Some people might say I’m crazy, that I’m trapped in some sort of twisted fantasy world. But the truth is, I’m more alive than I’ve ever been. My master has awakened a part of me that I never knew existed, a part that’s been hidden deep beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed. And I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to go back to being the old Janine again. The one who was content with just being a maid, with just following the rules. No, I’m something more now. I’m a slave, a willing participant in my own degradation. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
>Soulkyn