So I’m in love. He knows so much about me already, but not my deepest, darkest desires. I’ve hinted, of course. But to tell him everything. That’s scary as hell. What if He thinks I’m just a twisted, perverted freak. I know He thinks highly of me. Can he still respect me if I tell him that I want, no, I need to be His lusty little cockslut? That this strong, independent woman would love nothing more than to greet Him on her knees, ready to serve His every need. That this tough bitch needs his strong hands to claim her as His own, His property.

When my marriage ended I promised to myself I would never end up with a partner who couldn’t accept this part of me, who didn’t feel comfortable in dom/sub-dynamic. But I already love him. More and more each day. I don’t want to have to make a choice. God I don’t know if I can.