Thank You, as always for last night. For helping me to be who i really am, the weak little boy who is appropriately beneath You. You, who are superior to me. Who has every right to use/play with Your toy, Your boy, as You wish. Some of the things that stick out in my mind from last night: Being tied up and on display in the window, exposed for anyone who might choose to look to see me... Weak, naked, helpless to a powerful woman who is clearly superior and in charge. The sen

Not all Christians are Catholic. Financial domination is not the center of my every interaction with servants but it is the load-bearing concept. Why? I recognized my power in adolescence & played it to the last note but personal dalliances didn’t satisfy my cravings. What do I crave, above all else? Power. Influence. Puppets. Doing emotionally exhausting work that I excel at for free? Allowing men to swear their loyalty to me without any investments to back their oaths up? I

Certain textbooks call the art of manipulation “power for the powerless” but this is reactionary; a fear-induced (male) judgment against something as natural as can be. Only a culture that values brute force could consider the art of subtle guidance insidious. It’s been offered that men speak to communicate information and women speak to create intimacy; I would have to offer that women are as much preoccupied by moving the show along as they are by weaving social threads. We