Dear Sir,
i have seen You glide through the shadows. Your essence setting my 'whore-moans' ablaze. i have watched You very carefully while counting down the days. You Don the Dom Air i wish to catch a breeze of. If i could please have permission to admire You, i feel unworthy at the moment. The sensations i gain from the smallest glimpse of You. Wanting to feel Your Commands, so close to my skin, with every sentence i feel Your spit. The way You move, the stances You choose, the Seductive Dominance You exude... forgive me but i ooze. i may not know You by name but i can spot You a mile away. Hoping one day to be Disciplined in Your Way. Maybe W/we could meet.. my wish is to kneel at Your feet and have sunken into my flesh Sir, Your teeth. i have been to a bar and saw You, at the mall too but i'll sacrifice my soul for Your Statute to fall to. i am Yours Sir, from here on and after Beat me, enslave me... but can i please call You my Master? i'm not shy when You're near just magnetically bound. If you have noticed a bitch standing with her head down in bow to honor Your brief existence in my path... but it is You i wish to follow. Instruct me, spank me, bend me to Your will. Can i have permission to love You but if You want me to.. i shall heel. Tear filled eyes await Your reply but if You decline.. i beg You, give this bitch writing You this permission to die. over the years i've searched for my mission on Earth and the first time You told me not to look into Your Eyes and called me "bitch".. i then knew it was to live up to Your worth. i sign my entirety to You Sir, in tears and blood. grant me, my Lord, Your Dominant Love. this bitch wishes to be a prospect in Your slave training program.. forgive Master if it was not formal enough for Your attention.
i submit,
idealia/bitch
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