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There was something different about her, she had always known it. The degree to which people found her odd depended on what company she was in. In the vanilla world, her wants and desires were considered unfathomable, inconceivable. In the BDSM world, they weren't considered much better. If only she were a "normal" submissive, one who just enjoyed the sensation of being tightly tied in bondage and flogged or caned, but no, though she enjoyed such treatment, that was not what she craved, what she needed. What she needed, what she craved above all things was deep humiliation, to be used as a toilet, a whore, a bitch in heat. But no matter how she tried, she couldn't seem to find someone who understood, who craved to inflict what she needed to receive.
She tried in her local BDSM groups when she found the courage to tell others what she was looking for and mostly she was bet with rejection and comments about how disgusting what she wanted was. She tried online, but mostly what she found were players whose idea of humiliation was to make her crawl or call her names, who didn't understand the deep things that she craved. But still she looked on, hoping to one day find someone who understood, someone who knew what she needed inside.
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