I met him online like the majority of all the others. He was different though on his morals on misogyny. I had only dealt with a few men who had ever taken the roles of Dominant and Submissive to such an extreme. And at first I would let myself think that they were wrong. That I was equal, if not superior to men. I tried to make myself believe that I was intelligent. That my opinions mattered, that I should contribute to society more than a pair of tits and some holes that are good for fucking. But I met him and I changed. He opened my eyes to the truth of my role in this world. He lived on the other side of the world but he showed me that I was nothing more than a sleeve for cock. That I didn’t need to be smart. I only needed to be pretty and obedient. He taught me that by serving his pleasures, by putting his happiness above my own, I would have purpose. My life would be worth something. He is my master. He owns me. I want it this way. I wouldn’t want it to be any different. Without him I would be a lonely and lost little girl. A woman is only useful for pleasing her husband or her boyfriend or her master. I am simply accepting that fact and embracing who I am meant to be.