A seminal moment in my time spent at Peacock House. The heady sense of power inherent in the dominant position; it gave me a window on the world of privilege, allowing me to see clearly, and to accept, my place. I vowed to use my disciplinarians as they used me: for pleasure, for pain, for learning how to punish and to praise in equal measure. “Well, Louisa? Will you willingly submit to me and serve as my little slave girl?” She made no verbal response—then—only sealed tight with her mouth. I relaxed and tensed my bladder in spurts.
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