If my Master is lost, I'll find him. I'll lead him back to himself, because to serve doesn't always mean to follow.

That’s real love and real happiness. It’s when you go to sleep every night hoping that you are less happy than your lover; it’s hoping that you’ve given everything you could to them so that their day could be just a tiny bit better.

I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.

...she knew right away she was entering a new world. One she had never witnessed or played a part in, but from first glance she knew her world and definition on sex was about to change—here at Club Pain, sex and erotica were redefined with BDSM.

The word 'teach' suddenly conveys a sense of menace that is foreign to me.

He pulled off the condom brusquely, wiped the head on my cheek, and threw it in the gutter.  My humiliation was scorching hot.  I couldn't help touching myself yet another time.  His eyes called me 'slut' as I came again.