Why They Always Come Crawling Back to Me

You thought you could forget me. But I never really left, did I?

They always come back.

It doesn't matter if it's three weeks, three months, or three years.
They always come crawling back to me.

I’m Mistress Sasha the Destroyer, and I don’t just play with your body—I take up permanent residence in your mind.

I know your secrets. Your soft spots. The way your eyes widened the first time I made you moan from your prostate. The way you melted into my voice when I whispered, good boy, right before stretching you just a little wider.

And you swore it was your last time, didn’t you?
You were going to focus on your relationship. Or your recovery. Or maybe it was guilt you were running from. The desire that kept you up at night, throbbing in the dark, wondering what the hell I did to you.

I support you, I really do. If you’ve found someone to build a life with, I’m happy for you. Hopefully, she learns how to fuck you properly and hold you just right after. But let’s be honest with ourselves, pet—

She’s not me.
She never will be.

I was the first to unlock you. The first to push you past what you thought you could handle. The first to make you beg while still feeling proud of your submission. Because I never made you feel shame—I made you feel seen. I let you unravel in my presence, and I held every thread.

That doesn’t just go away.

So yes, life happens. I’m not naive. You fall in love. You try to put the past away in a neat little box.

But late at night, when she doesn’t touch you the right way, when you’re left craving a darkness only I could deliver with care—you think of me.

You always do.

And even if I don’t do this forever—if one day I disappear from this world of leather and lust—I know you’ll still feel me. Because I seared myself into your nervous system.
You may not have a tattoo of me on your body…
But you carry me in your memory, don’t you?

So if you’ve been thinking about me again, maybe it’s time to stop pretending.
Maybe it’s time to crawl back for one…
last…session.

And when you do return—because I know you will—I’ll welcome you with a smirk and a collar. I’ll remind you exactly who you belong to. Because in the end, it was never just about the kink, was it? It was about being completely known… and completely undone.

And for those of you who haven’t had the pleasure yet?