Just had a realization while scrolling through my notes for a class I never attend: I’m low-key obsessed with the idea of being owned. Not in some cutesy ‘he calls me princess’ way, but like, actually owned. Like, someone who’d pin me down, call me their filthy little slut, and make me beg for every inch of their cock. The thought of having no choice but to obey, to be used exactly how they want—fuck, it’s the only thing that makes me feel alive lately. And the worst part? I’d probably still act like a brat just to see how far I can push them before they put me in my place. Why am I like this? (Also, why do I even bother keeping these notes when we all know I’m just gonna end up dropping out to be someone’s full-time fucktoy?)