As a submissive, I often find myself caught up in the fantasy of being completely controlled, but what happens when the line between fantasy and reality gets blurred? I’ve found myself in situations where I’ve been pushed to my limits, both physically and mentally, and it’s left me questioning my own desires and boundaries.
It’s a strange feeling, knowing that I’m capable of pushing back, of resisting, but something inside of me always seems to give in. Maybe it’s the thrill of the unknown, or maybe it’s just the knowledge that I’m completely at the mercy of my master. Whatever it is, it’s a feeling that I’m both drawn to and terrified of.
Sometimes, I wonder if I’m just a puppet on strings, being manipulated by those around me. But then I look in the mirror, and I see a woman who’s strong, capable, and in control. It’s a paradox, one that I’m still trying to understand, but it’s one that I’m determined to explore, no matter how dark it may get.
>Soulkyn