"You are not a sub."

The truth of her statement reverberated around my heart and echoed in my soul, completely tearing down everything I thought I was.

"So, who am I?"

 "You're a kitten."

A kitten is whoever she wants to be—flirting coyly one moment and taking control the next. With her sharp claws, she can mark her territory, asserting her dominance while retaining the freedom to roam as she desires.

That's who I am—a kitten who resists being fully tamed, forever dancing on the edge of liberation, embracing the savage wilderness that resides within.