So Kimmy here, I was feeling all lonely and introspective and I just finished a pitcher of Strawberry Daquaris and I'm pondering; why do I enjoy being used and objectified? Why do I so strongly need to be used by my Dom solely as an object for his sexual gratification? Why do I relish being humiliated? Why do I goad him into throat fucking me until I vomit and then carry on? Why do I drink his urine and clean him after he has been in my bottom? Why do I enjoy being caned? What is wrong with me? Why can't I find happiness in a normal relationship?
I had a fairly normal childhood, my parents aren't perfect, but they tried really hard. I don't have low self esteem, if I did I might still be married?
Sorry to PUI, blame spelling and grammar errors on Captain Morgan!