Oh! Pliant one... kneel before me,
that I might be blessed by your dutiful
attendance.
Bend to my will and bear my bonds,
entreating me to mark your silky skin.
Be the one who sends my senses soaring,
as surely as the whip I flail at your loins.
Allow me to hear your cries of pain as
well as your moans of pleasure, for
they are both music to my ears.
Lay in my arms and trust me to
care for you in your time of weariness,
even though it is my hand that has
wrought the passion from your body.
Let me cherish you, my sub.
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