I did it for a while. It felt very good at the time, but it quickly escalated into something dangerous and abusive. Some of the most exciting and erotic experiences of my life - being a footstool, sleeping in a dog cage, wearing a permanently locked collar, having a contract, being on the verge of orgasm from just being made to mop floors and follow rules - but tied to an absolutely brutal “drop” when the whole thing was abruptly ended. Realizing that the person I served had always deeply hated me and was actually exploiting me was a hella of a mind fuck.

It still deeply appeals to me, but the fallout when it ended was very difficult. Going from a few years of that mind state rapidly back to “normal” life was extraordinarily difficult, and there wasn’t really a “script” for getting my life back on track afterwards.