In my daily life, I am an out and proud feminist who marches on Washington and speaks out against inequality while I rail against the systems of oppression that exist in every single country. I am an equal partner in every relationship I have, and I push hard against any person or situation that seeks to place me in an inferior position because I am a woman.

But sometimes, just sometimes—I want to be treated like a naughty little slut.

I am okay with this.

I have been asked how I reconcile these two aspects of my personality and my short answer is simply, “I don’t.” I don’t feel the need to. I have no problem distinguishing fantasy from reality, and I understand
that darkness and fear and the forbidden are hot.

BDSM often flirts with, and pushes the definition of, the edge. All manner of dark desires work their way into our stories and scenes to varying degrees--it may not be pretty, it may not be comfortable, but it is what we do.

I could examine my desires and psychoanalyze them to the point where I either start to think I am sick, or they cease to be hot—neither outcome is ideal. I don’t think wanting to be objectified in pursuit of
pleasure makes me any less of a strong, independent woman, and I see no need to try and spoil my own fun.

I do what it is I do because, at the end of the day, it gets me off. Yes, I like to take care of people, I want them to be happy and it makes me happy in return to be of service. This is a core part of my
personality, and, when it is directed at the dominant in my life, it feeds all of our play.

I have absolutely no problem speaking truth to power because I know anyone in a position of power in my relationships respects all aspects of my personality. But, when that power is used to inflict delicious
pain and has the ability to turn me into a creature who can orgasm for hours at the slightest touch, I am more than happy to say yes, Sir or yes, Ma'am and do whatever the fuck I am told.