I often bemoan the fact I have to keep our lifestyle secret. Surely life would be easier if I could be honest about what and who I am.
I don't ever see it happening. It's obvious whenever I'm in a bookstore or library and someone sees a book on a shelf concerning the lifestyle or, even more obvious, when I'm holding one. And their eyes travel from the book to my face and their expression changes to shock, or worse, disgust.
In the past I got angry. How dare they judge me? Who are they to determine what's acceptable between me and my Master?
But now? Now I pity them.
Because they will never know the beautiful mystery of submission. They will never experience the feeling of absolute bliss that is found under a Dominant's care.
So I'll keep my secret to myself, held only between me and my Master. And they can think what they want. The truth is too precious.
