A runaway s worst fear
I have a confession.I ran away from my Master. I'm not talking about Antebellum slavery ran away- I didn't have run through the woods, and avoid being chased by dogs and gunmen. I didn't have to hide out in people's basements to avoid being taken back by slave catchers. I didn't have to forge papers stating that I was free when I really wasn't. No, no, not that kind of slavery. Lower your NAACP flags for another day. I'm talking about the BDSM type. You know, the one I consented to. The one I...