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Why are you crying?

Huh?

Why are you crying?

- Because my wrists hurt

-Do your tiny wrists hurt? Uh?

These hurt, uh?

You look like a hot dog

So, what have you learned?

-That I must obey you

-Why don’t you look at me when I’m talking to you

When I was younger, I didn’t want to hear anything about men

I had a special relationship with sex.

My sexual behavior wasn’t quite normal for my age.

People around me were too narrow-minded

Anything out of their point of view was wrong

I was wrong, actually

And I’m not saying I’m not

But they just never tried to understand the reasons behind my behavior

They couldn’t understand what the mind can do to overcome certain things

Our relationship started in a really strange way

We had known each other for a while but I didn’t know anything about his life

The first time we talked after a long time

I told him I wanted to try something that wasn’t new for him

Take off your shirt

What excites me the most is to feel I am his

I like it when he chokes me

When he hits me, spits on me, when he insults me

when he does with me whatever he wants

to be his possession

But to be his I needed a name

I am MIA

But I’m okay with that since I know I can trust him

I know he’s always going to protect me and would never hurt me

His own violence makes me feel safe

If I do whatever he asks for...

I’ll have what I want

- Master

I love you

- It's like cinnamon, the more you use, the worse it tastes

- I have never used it

- Ew gross! You stuffed your mouth with bread

- Why the fuck did you stick your finger in then?

When I do something wrong, I get a punishment

Like when I’m late or forget my choker

Without the collar I can’t be MIA

The punishment is usually leaving me without sex

something I can't be without

So in order to be forgiven I beg for a lesson

To show him I deserve the special treatment.

- Are you sorry or what, fucking whore? - Yes, Master

- What? - Yes

What do you say? Uh?

- Thank you master

- That’s what I want to hear, whore

There’s no doubt. It’s clear to see

To me, imagination is everything

If you imagine something often enough, It will become real

It doesn't matter if it's not

Having a master is something I couldn’t explain

I guess people who have a master like me, they place them outside from their ordinary life

But me, I do it as a part of the intellectual connection I have with him

It's something special with someone who's special

Denying it would only bring me a life full of lies

I know for many MIA is a sign of repression

but for me is the beginning of my freedom

I’ve spend my whole life blaming myself for not fitting into society's standards

I feel like most people are pretending

I have built a relationship where I can be me

and share it with someone else

Such things happen when two different people get together, doesn't it?

You never know what’s going to happen

All of my sexual intercourses have always been a fucking mess

Even though I haven't had many

I don’t know why we all try so hard to be so similar to each other

- Won't you let me cook?

I’m talking to you

aren't you gonna let me cook?

Do you want to fuck?

Give me your panties

Not a single noise, okay?

Turn around

I feel like many things have changed

I brought to light something from me that was broken

The things from the past always hurt

and will never disappear It

is all in your attitude

- Do you want me to cum in your face?

whether you learn from them or let them become a burden

- Cum in my face, please

But it's not as easy when it comes to abuse

There’s no need to say much more

It always hurts to have no choice

Specially when it happens to you when you're four years old

- Here's your reward, whore

Do you like it?

MIA can only exist because it comes from a part of me that I enjoy

even though I know it’s not easy

- So, what do you say?

-Thank you, Master. - That’s what I want to hear, MIA

I doubt there’s ever going to be another Master

- No, I want to lick your hand

This is something that was born here

and if it has to die

it will die here

- My little girl