I fantasize about being a s** slave to a strong and confident man. Him putting me on a leash and forcing me to look him in the eyes, tying me to the bed with my legs spread, and writing his name on my torso with hickeys are some of my favorite ideas. However, I would never pick that lifestyle because I don’t like being told what to do outside of s**. I’m not in a position to show weakness to anyone and maybe I just want to show my weak side to someone. Maybe I miss having interactions with men where I don’t have to consistently worry about being dominate. Maybe the s***** assasul I overcame is still messing me up.