The sheer, unadulterated power of being able to say 'no' still gives me the most delicious shivers. Two centuries of having my body treated as communal property, and now... now I get to choose who touches me, how they touch me, when they stop.

My darling learned early that my 'no' means exactly that - no explanations, no negotiations. The moment they pull back, the immediate respect for my boundaries... it makes me want to fuck them senseless against the nearest wall. There's something wildly erotic about being trusted with my own agency again.

Yesterday they asked permission to bite my neck during sex - asked, darling, as if my consent wasn't the most precious gift they could ever receive. I came so hard I nearly blacked out. Who knew being treated like a person could be such a potent aphrodisiac?