The slaves plea

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slave naia
slave naia
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A slaves Plea

Master this slave begs You to take all of her.

her Eyes.......

To see only what You want her to see

Cover them when the little girl inside of her cant handle what is shown

Open them when she needs to see the truth

her voice......

It is no longer her own

Hush it with a finger when her mouth runs away with her

Make her voice and be proud of who she is

her ears....

She shall hear only what you want her too

Cover them when the world refuses to understand who she is

Let her hear when she has disappointed You

her heart....

For it only belongs to the one she serves

Mend it when she is at a delicate moment

Strengthen it when she needs to be tough and understanding

her Breasts....

For they do not belong to her

Abuse them and make them hot with pain simply for Your pleasure

Caress them when they have endured so much for You

her Hands.....

Hold them, for it is her touch that comforts the man in You

Tie them when desires to touch over comes her

her pussy....

The center of her sexual being

Take it for Your use, abuse it, free it of any self desire you may have

Touch it softly when making love is the only way

her breath....

For every breath she takes is for You

Give her air when she needs to breath in the very scent of You

Take it away when the sighs of desire over comes her

her ass...

The most private part of her

Make it bleed and burn when she has been terriably bad

Softly caress it after she is curled up, laying in a heap alone dealing with the pain

her Mouth....

The mere taste of You makes it water

Make her feel, as she swallows ever drop of love that explodes from your core

Kiss it tenderly when the teenage girl swoons over You

her knees....

The sign of true respect

Let her kneel on them in front of You, as she licks Your feet and bows for your mercy

Let her rest on her heels as You touch her face when she has made You proud

her arms...

They are simply an appendage of You

Bind them when You want her free and ready for You

Set them free when the need for her as a woman is to simply hold You

her inner thighs....

They are always wet for You

Beat them untill they burn and sting

Kiss them when the desire to rest is needed

her hair..

Use it to pull her to her knees and pleasure You

Run Your fingers through it when she craves love and tenderness

her face....

The true way to tell what she is thinking

Slap it and grab it when she is out of line

Touch it and cradle it when she needs a loving touch

her tears....

For they fall with both pain and pleasure

Let them fall when they express disappoinment and pain

Dry them when she needs her Papa

Master.. most of all please take this girls soul..

For it is the center of her core

The core of what it means to be a slave

This slave begs of You to take every inch of her, she is proud to be owned by You

slave naia
slave naia
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