It's like an incessant need. A craving that I can't seem to satisfy. More than wanting, because it's almost as though it's something that I need to breathe. It's a thought that never leaves my mind, a constant urge that I can't dispel.

Domination.

Yes, I'm a brat. Yes, I argue and bitch at anyone who even tries to control me. I've never been able to tone down that part of my personality.

That's one of the hardest things for me. Embarrassment turns me on....