#control
Al momento de pensar en un ser que todo lo puede hacer o destruir, ya no estoy segura si realmente estoy pensando, si esto es real o pensar tiene el significado que creo.
Realidad, imaginación, ya nada tiene control.
Filosofando ando.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I always get a little too excited when a man’s forced to his knees…. Give me aaaaalllll The Oscar Whump- PLEASE
*sees pregnancy tests with baby on cover*
Me- why would you put a baby on the cover?!
Me- *remembers some people actually WANT babies*
Me- oh yeah…
Then I am definitely renaming her. The metamorphism of changing names, from larvae to butterfly ought be very appropriate. It would show that she belongs to me completely, like a dog or a toy.
The only question is what name would be the most appropriate. It needs to be something that can be used in public, something she could tell her friends and family to call her. Yet something incredibly condescending. Something that no scholar, fictional hero or respectable person would be called.
I could go the bimbo route: Sunny, Cookie, Paris
I could go the pet route: Daisy, Lady, Princess
I could go the stripper route: Opal, Jewel, Honey.
What would you rename your girl?
What would you like for your man to name you?
I don’t go by my given name. I go by a variation of it that I picked when I was in about 5th grade because I liked the fact that, verbally at least, it’s gender neutral. If someone were to take that away from me, I’d sincerely hate it, but at the same time, every time I heard my new name, I’d get a little rush of submission and my fuckhole would clench.