I am the best and a submissive kitten amung dominant cats. Having a man degrade me turns me on, call me a whore and mean it, and you'll have me like thick cream in your hands, and on your floor, and down my legs; you'll make me cum before you even touch me. Having someone I love tie me up, whip me, beat me and fuck me, all because they know it is what I need, that is the most amazing thing in the world. I need the abuse. I need the loving caress of the leather whip on my soft flesh.  I crave it.

     My most belovéd fantasy is to be collared and leashed. To be owned. To be used as if I am the only thing to that person. As if I am the only one that I can do what that belovéd person tells me to. I love to be degraded but also to feel like I am the only one. I love to be used, but I also love to be loved.

     I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm am a hopeless romantic that has to be abused, whipped, chained, yelled at, "tortured" to get off. Does anyone else see the problem with that. I do. But then again, maybe not. Expecially when there are others like me, others out there that understand what I am saying. And there are those wonderfull people that get off on tieing people like me up, who like to call me the whore that I am, whip me, flog me, spank me, use me the way I need to be used.

     And those special few, those that have helped me along this road to self discovery, to those that WANT to tie me up, to hit me, to help me, I love you. I love you all more than anything you can even begin to imagine. I would be nothing without you all. I hope you all know that. I love you guys.