The words poured out like a tapped fire hydrant. "Bastian, I just want to feel loved. To be desired, the way he desires other women. I've given him years of my life in the hopes something would change, that somehow I would become enough. I want to feel beautiful, but instead, I look in the mirror and see no matter how much pain I've endured for him, I will never be the submissive he needs. Rationally, I know this isn't about submission, but I keep going back to it."
Had I not been with her for the last few hours, I wouldn't know this outpouring of emotion was coming from a drunken stupor. Her words were suddenly coherent, her emotional distress evident with each phrase she uttered. Her ability to continue in such an articulate fashion shocked me.
"Do you have any idea what I've done to
