The funny thing is: all of this feels normal. I know it’s not, but this fuckery feels mundane. Almost. I guess I’ve just been doing it so long that I don’t really know any other way to be.
Yeah, I drank his piss, and I’ll do it again soon, and it’s pretty whatever. I guess it just goes to show that I’m so deeply nested inside this “lifestyle” that no one really cares. I was with Kelsey and her sugar daddy at dinner when I blurted it out, and they both looked at me with what I can only characterize as deep indifference.
“Oh, you drank his piss, did you? It was crazy, was it?” Okay, Kelsey, I get it, nothing shocks a seasoned dominatrix. Which is probably why I felt inspired with the feeling of, “I wonder if there’s anything crazy I can do that would shock Kelsey.” I have a feeling that this is not a very safe game to play.
