It’s not easy being a female slave these days. The whole world, it seems, stands against you.

What do I mean?

Let’s start with the constant battle for women’s rights. While I’ll agree that a woman should be allowed to live whatever life she wants, and will wholeheartedly support the fight for equality, there are quite a few feminists (please note: I said some, not all) who are not at all for allowing me to live however I want to live. They believe feminism is wholly about freeing women from oppression. All women. Even those who don’t want to be. And that kinda chafes my ass.

For one thing, it’s basically calling me, and other women like me, stupid. I’m too doe-eyed and docile to understand that I’m being abused. I need someone to swoop in on a white horse carrying the Golden Scepter of Female Equality and save me from not only my husband, but myself as well.

Trust me. I’m neither doe-eyed, nor docile. And I don’t need saving.

But let’s look beyond those kinds of feminists for a minute and take a glance at society as a whole.

I am a very sexual being. It’s prevalent in every aspect of my life. It’s a large part of my slavery. Of course it plays a part in my marriage. I work for an adult company. I write for a sex magazine. I blog about sex. I go through periods of indifference toward sex that are largely connected to my mental state, but over all, I am all but immersed in sex from the moment I open my eyes in the morning till I close them again at night.

I still haven’t figured out how to shut off my body’s reaction to reading sex stories and erotica all day. I’ve heard some people can do that. It’s not a skill I possess. Thanks to you awesome contributors (and, of course, mah man), I’m horny all the time.

Add to that the fact that my owner works from home as well, and is prone to bouts of surprise anything secks, and I can be ripped from my seat and bent over the dryer at any moment, and you’d begin to think maybe my existence is only sex.

This is not an acceptable lifestyle by most people’s standards. We like our peers to have more substance than that. We like to be able to talk to them about other things. To relate to them on a level not quite so closed-door oriented. It’s one thing to be sexually open. It’s something else entirely to be all about sex. Even to the most sex positive person.

Luckily, I can occasionally carry on a conversation about something nonsexual.

Forget talking about how I live with my non-kink-aware friends and acquaintances. Especially most of the women around the neighborhood. They can’t fathom willingly letting a man control them. They don’t for a second believe that it’s voluntary. And some of them wouldn’t hesitate to get their men or the police involved. So I don’t talk to them about it. Instead we talk about sex toys or their kids or their men.

That makes it difficult to find “Master approved” friends. There’s no reason for me to get close to someone who’s going to spend most of their time trying to convince me to stand up for myself when M’s doing something they consider over the top. And I’m not talking about genuine concerns. I’m talking about something that’s routine in these types of relationships, like punishment, or control of the bank account, or clothing requirements.

Knowing society’s view of my chosen lifestyle used to make me ashamed. These days, it just makes me cautious. The wrong person could catch wind of it and have M arrested. I shouldn’t have to worry about it, but I do.

Most of my friends are involved in the adult industry, too. Some aren’t as immersed in sex as I am. Some are much more deeply so. Even if they don’t always understand the things we do, they accept them. It’s nice to have that acceptance. And though I often long for a day when I’ll get that from women who aren’t as sexually oriented as I am (or the days when being submissive to your husband was accepted), I realize I’m lucky to have it at all. Once upon a time, no one admitted to being accepting of people who enjoy sex. And forget kinky sex. That was just… Oh, how dare you mention something so deviant?!

There’s a kink club at EdenFantasys, though. I’m heading it up on the 29th of this month. lunaKM, who is a friend of mine, will be guest speaking. And I’ll get to hang out with a bunch of other like-minded people. And I’m kinda excited. I haven’t been very social lately. This’ll be neat.

So what about you? What’s it like being you in today’s society?