The fantasy has been with me since I was fifteen.
Not the violence. Not the fear. But the idea of being taken. Kept. Used until I forget who I was before. Until my old life feels like a dream and the only reality is him – whoever he is, whatever he wants, however he chooses to use me.
I could never explain it to vanilla partners. The few times I tried, I saw the judgment in their eyes. The concern. The way they looked at me differently afterward, like I was broken. Damaged. Something to be fixed.
I’m not broken.
I just want something they can’t give me.
The specialized service I found understands.
Three days in a secure location. One man – carefully vetted, extensively trained, monitored remotely by a medical team who will intervene if my vitals spike into genuinely dangerous territo
