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Click hereI want her limp, yielding, submitting powers and will to Me.
She knows the things I need.
I know her cravings.
She will always be Mine.
In her weakness I will feed her strength.
I will force her to love herself.
She will help Me complete us.
Submissive.
Partner.
Half.
Her heart knows Me well and craves My touch.
I strip away her armor and her fears.
I give room to her fantasies.
I banish her insecurities.
I remove her clothing.
I make her want.
The depth of her desire to give to Me is unfathomable.
She does not understand it.
But she no longer questions it.
She knows she was made for Me.
I am her Master.
Every day she proves her commitment all over.
I make her crawl.
I teach her to walk with her head held high, proudly.
And her eyes cast down.
She wears the cloak of respectability among her peers
In a vanilla world.
Beneath that are clamps on her nipples.
And an anal plug.
And thoughts of the things she wants Me to do to her.
With her.
She is strong and intelligent. She commands respect at work.
She is My equal. My slut. My slave. My submissive. Mine.
She possesses the strength to give Me all her control.
I push her to the very edge.
I watch the silken skin turn red under the flogger.
And the wonderful wetness between her thighs.
I love her.
My submissive.
Mine.
This is the other reason....Again you know what I mean Dark Moon...
Lynn
And she awoke only to find it was a dream...........