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Revenge Sex

Taking back my power.

Blisse Wynters
Published in
6 min readDec 19, 2021

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The door slammed shut behind her and I sighed in relief. I could finally breathe without her stealing my air. It felt like everything about me had been weakened into a shadow of myself to accommodate her neurosis, her sadness, her fear. I’d become a shapeshifter, morphing into a servant for her needs. Not a soft domme. Not a lover. Not an equal. A servant.

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I love writing about the darker, tastier side of life. On your knees, if you please. Whips and chains and all sorts of things.