I am in a BDSM relationship…with my job.
And as of August 12, 2017, this affair has been going on for 18 years.
It started out innocent enough. In fact, in the beginning, it was quite fun. I was the marketing manager at a mall, and a lot of weird sh*t happened there. Being that my ultimate dream was to someday become a bona fide writer, this “sh*t” was pure gold. My book was going to write itself!
However, like many modern-day romances, the mall and I started off hot and heavy, but then our relationship began to fizzle as we transitioned into our “comfort zone”. I stopped wearing makeup and started shaving my legs less and less, while the mall stopped calling as much and didn’t feel the need to hold in its bodily functions anymore.
Despite this inevitable migration towards stability, there was an illicit side to our relationship that continued throughout the years, inflicting both pleasure and pain to both my mind and my body, forcing me to ask the unavoidable question…
Why do I keep going back for more?
