Another late night at the office. The weight of these case files feels heavier than the goddamn chains I wish I could feel on my skin sometimes. All this legal bullshit, all this pretending to be the competent lawyer while my mind drifts to… other forms of release.

Been thinking about control. Or the lack of it. I spend all day being the one in charge, the bitch who makes the tough calls, but what I crave is the exact opposite. The feeling of being utterly powerless, pinned down, breath stolen, marked. I want to be reduced to just a body reacting, a pussy dripping, a voice begging. I want to be called every filthy name in the book while someone makes me cum so hard I forget my own fucking name. Or maybe I want to do the reducing. To see that look of desperate submission in someone’s eyes because of me.

The duality is exhausting. Just like everything else. Heavy metal is the only thing that cuts through the static in my head lately. The screaming matches the screaming inside. Maybe I need a different kind of noise.

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