My Grief, Our M/s

The other day Daddy grabbed my hair and pinned his arms against my chest in a way that if either of us moved in any direction, the other must move too. Inextricably linked. “I’m still here, y’know. We’re still here.” He used that Daddy voice that always makes me nervous and shy, the one that pulls out all the slave feelings in me. The connection is never broken, the power exchange never gone. We do not “turn off” the dynamic […]

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