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And, presumably, your master has to be a man, because your hetero, and you really love men. Maybe, one particular man.
But--and this is pretty crucial when you think about it-- You don't automatically assume that all men are masters of women. Some men do-- or claim they do-- or wish that were so...
oh! you read me like a book!

In this instance, they risk holding the contents of my stomach on their lap
I am not kidding. I am not exaggerating. The idea of M/f as the "natural outcome" of the "natural relationship" of the sexes? Makes me want to puke.
I think vomiting in my lap is really abusive of you. I'm not sure I want you to be my master after that.
