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Sadistic me

For some reason, this picture makes me inexplicably happy.

Two years ago, before I recognized my dominance, I would have been shocked and appalled to see this picture. One year ago, before I truly embraced my inner sadist, I would have been intrigued. Six months ago, I would have had a morbid fascination with the photo. Even three months ago I would have been making a shopping list … wooden dowels, rubber bands, chain, metal ring …

Now it simply makes me happy.

I guess you could say that learning that I’m a sadist has been a bit of a journey for me. From the pride I first experienced when I saw my hand print on the inside of 6‘s thigh the first time we played, maybe I knew the path would lead this way.

Nah.

Truth be told, I never would have guessed in a million years how much I’d enjoy seeing others in pain as well as inflicting it.

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