I’ve been mulling over this…this freaky thing we do…questioning my needs. And then realized I don’t need to justify anything. Just like I have bright blue eyes, I am kinky. Just like I like chocolate, I like to be beaten. Just as I am…is fine. I’m not hurting anyone. Well, okay, myself, but in a postive way. It feeds me. I am so “clean” inside now. Not stressing, not fretful.
I wouldn’t trade that feeling for all the tea in China.
So, navel-gazing done, I decided to show a wee bit of His handiwork in granting my plea to “please cane my tits hard”.