reading your post rang a chord with me. In recent weeks i have wondered about myself being drawn to the more extreme literature. i mean what does that say about me? am i a masochist that craves such extreme treatment from someone, do i crave to be in pain or abused or ignored? Do i really want to be treated like a thing, like an object? In my heart i know i'm a big wuss and could never be hurt like that, and to be humiliated and treated like an object, i think in the end it would break my heart. so that leaves the second option, am i really that shallow that i find joy and arousal from someone else's misfortune, from someone else's pain and humiliation. I mean why else would i read those stories, fabricated them into my own fantasies and find arousal in them. Why would i think of those stories and masturbate to them? would i ever want anyone to be hurt like that, treated like that and truly hate being treated like that.. Never .. never .. never.. would i ever want to be that girl.. i'm not sure. Do i find arousal and excitement in reading them?.. yes yes yes.. very much so. So i'm very grateful for your stories. please do not stop writing them. some of us love them, for better or worse we like those stories. and those who do not appreciate them.. well there is always the little X in the corner.