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One More Waste of Protein.
Not one of those "Oh, Mistress, I am but a lowly worm for you to crush beneath your stiletto heel" deals, though. I can explain.
No, is too much. Let me sum up.
I am not the über-confident, assertive, aggressive, ambitious, athletic and appetizing high-flyer who submits to NO ONE except his very special One. I am not an energetic self-starter seeking a position in which I am challenged to grow my skill set and provide Superlative Service in order to add value to the household.
I'm just a submissive male. Passive. Nauseatingly door-matty. And a fetishist. Not the "Oh, well I like to do kinky things every once in a while" type (for those who consider language to be oh-so flexible and dynamic) but the kind that would rather experience domination, bondage, and pain than have sex.
Oh, and to top it off I'd rather be a girl (and of course, I'm built like an American Football player).
And on top of that, I'm One More of the above who married vanilla rather than die alone, and considers himself damned lucky to have pulled that off.
So in other words, One More person who exists even though everyone would kinda prefer it if he didn't.
Have a nice day.
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