Kayla, Chapter 1
I am a masochist, just like mom.
Mom never told me that she was a masochist or my father’s sexual submissive or slave. I just kind of figured it out on my own, over time, from the clues they hid in plain sight. Years later, whenever I asked her questions involving sexual submission, pain, or masochism, she would just smile. Sometimes she would blush and then change the subject. We have an interesting relationship, mom and I. Once I reached my teenage yea...