What You are Asking
A submissive woman had a falling out with her systers, and struck out on her own. She encountered a wise butch Leatherwoman at a RenFair.
“I have left my Master’s house,” the submissive said. “Who is my Master, now?”
“What you are asking is your Master,” replied the Leatherwoman, calmly.
“What the fuck are you going on about now?” cried the submissive. “No wonder you can’t get a man!”
And even though she bought some braided leather bracelets, the submissive remained unenlightened.