Dear world:
Yes. I am a strong, intelligent, secure, capable, boringly normal woman in a D/s relationship. Get over it, already.
Don’t call me a doormat. I am independent and self-sufficient and there is only -one- person who gets to tell me what to do.
Don’t call me weak. My way of life requires a reserve of inner strength you only wish you had.
Don’t call me passive. I made a carefully considered decision, of my own free will, with clarity of mind, heart and conscience. Our life is a mutual, consensual choice.
Don’t call me a bimbo. I have exquisite taste and I don’t wander around SL dressed like a hooker. My sex life is as private as yours, and probably no kinkier.
And p.s. It’s none of your business anyway.
I have been given the gift of submission, the freedom to surrender, the grace to trust, the privilege to love.
If that bothers you, I’m not the one with the problem.
Everyone should be so lucky as me.
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