I say I’m not …

(Just random stuff. A sentence added here and there until I think I’m at the end )(not sure why the screensaver of my phone uploaded but have fixed it now) You say you aren’t a sub. Okay. Sure. Except… I’ve noticed something. You do what I say. Every time. Now, I know what you’re going to say. You’re a respectful sub. Or you have sub tendencies. Or maybe you just happen to like being taken care of sometimes. Whatever label you’ve settled on this week. And honestly? I don’t care what you call it. Because we both know. You’re a sub. There. I said it. And before you start rolling your eyes at me, let’s get something else out of the way. You don’t like degradation. I know. I’ve never understood why people assume submission has to mean humiliation anyway. Why does giving someone control automatically mean tearing them down? That’s not what I want. I want to give you somewhere to put all the things you carry around all day. That’s it. You spend eight hours making decisions? Fine. Give some…