I am a collared slave and I am apart from Master due to his wishes. I did not maintain myself in the manner he desired. He turned away. He looked elswehere. I am dedicated to return. My desire and need burning. To feel Master's pride again, to crawl to his feet, waiting for acceptance. He has allowed such. I will feel His Wood again soon. My arms spread in a seductive dance, my back bearing His marks, my legs spread, tempting. My eyes again burning with tears and tearing through His darkness. A Warrior. So it begins again......one step at a time, slowly. I am walking back to Him. He awaits.
Anticipation. It burns in my soul. To serve one completely, never questioning. To submit to a darkness seen in the eyes of Master. Knowing I will be push to and beyond limits in my mind. My body pushing toward the sting of the whips, the tightness of the ropes even as I recoil from the same. Hand tangled in my hair, pulling me toward my destiny. tears burning my cheeks, my breath labored as I beg for more, as I beg for mercy. Then to lay in the tenderness of his embrace, knowing I am safe, he is pleased, all is as it should be. My gift....his seed, his now tender touch and his need for more. Anticipation. Very soon.
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My Ideal Person:
The one I serve....the one I will always serve.
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