I can spent a day alone and be satisfied and happy. I can spent a day with perfectly nice people and feel hopelessly lonely. I can wright in my journal and have no idea who I am. I can listen to my daughter snoring in her sleep and know exactly why I am a part of this #life.

Am I a freak?

Mine My collar is uncomfortable. It is unbreakable and locked around my neck. I wanted it so much, and it ignites so much pride when anyone comments on my pretty and slightly unusual necklace. It is un bendable, it presses tightly against my soft flesh and often in the moment that I am not In the mood for your dominance. When I am sleeping it holds me within it's bond and never adjusts its self to my position. It is awkward and beautiful, and it demands my attention.

Puppet Master You hold me against the cold hard wall, with your hand at my throat. I am spreading my legs for you like a wonton whore. This is going to hurt. You are a savage when you penetrate me. I know I will cum the second your fingers push past what feels good and find a place of pleasure and pain. My body is suddenly an extension of your arm. I am your puppet. You can make me open and close my mouth in waves of guttural screaming. I am completely animated by the movement of you inside me, and when I have preformed the show you have written for me. I will fall empty and drained at the feet of my puppet master.

Am I Am I brilliant when I am high? Or do I just think I am?