It’s like poke the sadist … only different.
Not so long ago, Master and I used to fight. Bad. I would get seriously out of control, and at times, He would literally have to put me in my place to shut me up. But that required me actually cooperating when He did it to avoid seriously hurting one or both of us.
Back then I couldn’t figure out what was going on, and I’m not sure even now I fully understand the emotions behind my reaction. But I’ve got a hunch, and I have Kaya to thank for it. Mostly.
I’m not the type of person to hit first. A playful swat here. A mosquito-bite-like punch there. But to haul off and hit someone first? No way. Not a chance. There’s not been a single time in my life that I’ve ever hit first. Well, unless you count the time I threw my glass at my ex. Read more…