I want to be managed, guided by clear rules with clearer punishments. I behave best when I’m being manhandled and corrected. I’m here to be used and degraded, to beg for it, then say thank you. I’m not a person; I exist as property, kept and owned!
Ready to surrender completely? I am the keeper of your key, the guardian of your frustration, and the only one who decides if you deserve even a second of relief