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Thank You, dear Goddess... thank You for showing me my best, truest, and dearest place... low and bowed at Your feet... at Your dear direction... at Your very whim.. Yours to use, enjoy, own, have... when, where, and as You desire... anytime and in any place... just the snap of Your fingers, or the cast of Your gaze sends me low... sprawling... kneeling, or prone... as You wish or command... to assume the posture of the enslaved, the owned.. the reverent supplicant that You expose me as with such natural grace, beauty, and oh yes, ease... Thank You, Mistress Jayanne... Owner, Guide, Queen, Mistress, and Goddess... Goddess over all that i am... all that i am and shall become... before You and beneath You... never Your equal , never presuming to know what You know, never with so much as a thought of impudence, arrogance, or anything remotely close to disrespect of any form, Mistress Jayanne, Ma'am... embracing Your training and guidance with a joyous humility and an ever constant knowledge as to place, posture, position.. Yours... Yours... humbled property, obedient chattel... Yours..
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