PATIENTLY, SILENTLY, I KNEEL HERE IN THE DIRT
AWAITING THE FEEL, THE STING OF YOUR QUIRT
THE SMELL OF YOUR WHIP, THE TOUCH OF ITS LEATHER.

YOUR MANNERISM HARSH YET YOUR SKIN IS OF FEATHERS YOUR BEAUTY IS MEASURABLE WITH THE GODDESSES ABOVE.

I KNOW YOUR WRATH YET FEEL YOUR LOVE
FEELING YOUR POWER, SHEER DOMINANCE ON YOUR FACE QUIVERING BENEATH YOU AS I KNOW IS MY PLACE YOU ARE MY MISTRESS MY GODDESS ABOVE ALL.

AND PLEDGING MY SUBMISSION I AM SURE TO FALL. A SLAVE TO YOUR WILL IF THAT IS YOUR DESIRE FOR YOU ARE MY PASSION MY WEAKNESS, MY FIRE TO FULFILL YOUR NEEDS IS MY ONLY VISION.

WHICH IS WHY I GIVE YOU MY UNDYING SUBMISSION ..........................................

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