My Servitude to SweetJoy
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This is a semi-autobiographical story about my venture into the world of Female Supremacy by a woman known as SweetJoy, or Ms. Sweet, or Ms. Joy (depending on how she wished to be identified by me at any particular time). I say this is semi-autobiographical because the real SweetJoy took me deep into the world of Female Supremacy, educating me on feminism, the Divine Goddess, and the shortcomings and obsolescence of the patriarchy, but through my own cowardice and convention, I pulled myself physically out. Mentally and emotionally however, I never left the Matriarchy and for several years I have conceptualized...no, OBSESSED, on the details outlined in the later chapters of this book, over where my life under the authority of SweetJoy would likely have been led, had I just had the courage to follow.
If you're reading this, and realizing, "Hey, I'm the SweetJoy in the story!" Then please PM me.
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