What I wasn’t expecting was the euphoria once my body began releasing endorphins. The mixture of pain and pleasure was ecstasy. Getting my tattoo introduced me to secret, dark pleasures. I would always be a marked prisoner, but I was a liberated soul.

Lust arrives as an angel disguised as love, but it's still lust, not love.

I covered the scar with concealer every day because I wanted my body to be a flawless figurine, but this blemish would be with me forever.

My plans didn't include spending my life enslaved as someone's secretary

Reversing roles sometimes is good. I’ll free you from having to be in control all the time. I’ll take you places you’ve never been.