I have decided I don’t like this life out here in Pennsylvania. I say that in my little-girl voice. It’s boring yet busy, the worst combination for a submissive woman who is a writer. I’m all mopey.

I am dreaming now of my past dominations, like a starved woman drooling for a lavish buffet. I want to be back in it, overwhelmed by the sheer will of my owners and submerged one again in their humiliations of me. I am practically volunteering to be chained into the easy chair, my legs spread and pussy gaping, for visitors to observe with grinning condescension.

If I have learned anything by my sojourn here, it is that I cannot go home again. I cannot return to the pre-life I once lived, before I knew what I truly am.

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