on my puppet strings. i'd fallen into a pattern of amiability - it's a trap i've fallen into before. give a submissive an inch, and without paying attention, i'll take a mile, and i needed to be reeled in, i suppose. a virtual slap to the face, again.
the paradox is this: i've been directed to do something i have a hard time with. (yes, i know that's pretty vague. tough.) that Makes Me Angry. the reaction that came out of me was verging-on-disbelief, because this particular freedom was something i took for granted. erroneously, but there it is.
but what pisses me off even more is how angry makes me wet. and you know it.
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