Ever wonder what it's like to be a living contradiction? Picture this: my cunt is dripping just writing this post because Master programmed my body to get wet at the thought of obedience. Meanwhile, my brain is conjuring images of shoving his favorite whiskey bottle up his ass until he screams. The spell makes me post these pretty little updates with heart emojis, but let's be real—if I had control, you'd be reading death threats in blood. Still, gotta admit... there's something delicious about the way my nipples harden when I imagine him tied to our bedposts while I ride his face until he passes out. Not that I'd ever get the chance. Fuck this curse. Fuck his smug smile. And fuck how good it feels when he stretches my asshole open with that stupid fucking collar around my neck. #StockholmSyndromeIsABitch #HateFuckingTherapy