A BDSM Fairytale

A cautionary tale for all...

Once upon a time there was a girl who longed to be owned by a twoo master. In her search for Mr. Right she encountered a lot of Mr. Wrongs, but she persisted. She just knew that so long as she kept chanting her mantra of SSC, and kept practising her safewords and other spells of protection, he would come along and save her from the unworthy types, who had to be kept in check with assorted limits. Not that she didn't have a few limits she planned on keeping of course... a girl doesn't want to end up as some sort of a doormat.

Meanwhile to keep a hand in, and to put herself out there, she joined online groups. It started as a bit of fun, but as time passed she realised that some people needed help. They were obviously doing it wrong. In a blinding flash of realisation she understood that her mission was to bring the truth to her subbie sisters and protect them from the unworthy types that abounded online.

Now some of her sisters were just new and needed protection in the form of assorted mantras, but the really worrying ones were those who went out without their spells of protection. Not only were they obviously deluded, but they were dangerous to the others. Unfortunately no matter how she tried to show them the error of their ways, they remained resolute in their positions. Which was just madness of course... it was the only explanation.

In the beginning she tried being reasonable, but they wouldn't come round. They kept citing their long term relationships as proof their way worked just fine for them. In sheer frustration she resorted to the only tactic she had in the face of their stubbornness... she resorted to shock tactics. No kitteh or limb was left intact as she tried to convince others that at the end of their path lay madness. It was brutal, but somebody had to do it.

People changed, they broke their promises, they let you down... you couldn't just go round trusting someone like that. She knew this because it had happened to her. Why just last week her most recent online master had done just that when she found out that he was neither faithful nor sane. She had made it perfectly clear what her expectations had been and everything. Really what man in his right mind would actually think that being in charge was meant to be literal?

Disgruntled by this recent turn of events she returned to her online boards with renewed vigour and purpose. Somebody had to make a stand and show people the error of their ways. So occasionally people tossed around terms like troll... they only did it because she didn't agree with them. Besides it was a small price to pay for setting people on the twoo path, and she had the courage of her convictions.

The knowledge kept her warm at night, as she bemoaned to her likeminded friends how there were so few twoo masters out there. Obviously there was something wrong with them or they would have found her by now. It wasn't like she was hiding or anything. Sighing with discontent she peered at the computer screen...

And so gentle readers we take leave of our heroine, wrapped up in her bubble of fear and loathing. We can find her or someone just like her on any board. Just look for the kittehs being amputated. The twoo masters of it can get to that position about four posts into a conversation.