I think I really, truly am enslaved to Goddess Cathy. Not that I mind, it’s a good slavery, that feels good and makes me happy. It truly does feel like home.
One could say, of course, that it feels that way because she put the thought in my head that it would feel that way. That I never would have felt this way on my own. Perhaps so, but does it matter? If it feels good to me, that is real, no matter where it came from. If it came from her, she created the reality.
So I find ways to listen or watch her stuff every day if I can. That’s part of the slavery. I know that every time I watch or listen it only ties me more strongly to her, but even that thought becomes something that I crave and feel I need.
Sometimes I rearrange my schedule and drop things that I’d otherwise want to do, just so I can have my Goddess Cathy time that day. I felt like it was important that I do this. This is where I begin to understand that the slavery is real.
While she hasn’t told me to do many things, I’ve always obeyed her to the letter in everything she has told me to do. And that includes giving up some things that I wanted. I felt like I had to.
I confess that it makes me wet to write this. I only say that because it confirms that what I am saying is truly from my submissive soul.
I am truly enslaved.
wonderful teena!