Cycle I · “The Hidden Voice” · 07

Somewhere on a profile she checks more often than she’ll admit, there’s a new post in a series called Yours, Truly. She reads the line about not wanting to be “just anyone’s submissive/slave” twice, then a third time, like she’s testing it for cracks.

It’s the first time she’s seen someone talk about submission the way she secretly feels it — not as “I’ll take whatever I can get,” but as “if I give you this, it should mean everything.” The joke about being “God’s gift” makes her snort, but the part that sticks is the quiet promise under it: that if she ever did kneel for someone like this, they’d be holding their own behavior to a higher standard than hers.

She scrolls down to the meme reference, smiling because it’s exactly how she feels about “other people” in this context: horrifying, necessary, and slightly absurd. She doesn’t message. She doesn’t like or comment. She just bookmarks it, then opens a new note on her phone and types four words she’s never written down before:

“I want a Master.”

She stares at it, doesn’t delete it, locks her screen, and lets it live there.

Cycle I · “The Hidden Voice” · 07

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