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I am not perfect. Im older now, then when I started. Desk life has taken its toll. But my mind still works. Ive been in and out of the lifestyle for 20 years.
There is something about a girl, whether its trained or not, that knows its place that I enjoy. I enjoy putting it there. The world has become so were all equals. But we arent. We will never be.
I will use and abuse it. When Im done with it, it will into the closet. It cleans, it cooks, it knows when to speak and when to beg. But also taken care of.
It will be humiliated, degraded, ified and it will be thankful for it all.
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There you are.
You were a challenge to locate.
You are safe, for now.
I do not know how to put this delicately so I will spare you the insult of being vague. But you are to submit to my will.
I hope you will forgive my language, but, I think you’ll find it in keeping with the spirit of the arrangement.
Now I have every intention of simply taking you, of breaking you.
In fact, I can think of nothing more enjoyable.
You see, I might be called a bastard.
I seek a true slave, a slave of truth in this world of lies.
It just so happens, a slave, that fragile delicate thing like a glass egg or sand castle or that servive can only be given by a non-thinker, a non-actor.
You are supposed to give yourself to me. It’s completely physical. I might have your body but, that real you, that intangible undefinable spark that is you. Well, that *you* I will never know because I am going to destroy her and rebuild her in my image. And that is precisely what I want, as do you.
All that I require from you is your loyalty, your service, your mind, body and soul.
To have you by force. To have you simply as a
master has a slave; to see in your eyes that simple truth that you give yourself to me freely. Not because
you have to, but because you want to. Now of course you are such a gem, I will give as well.
I am willing to give you freedom. Pure and total freedom. Freedom from the drudgery of everyday life.
Freedom as an abstract ideal. Freedom from thought. Freedom from responsibility. Freedom from guilt.
Freedom from sadness. Freedom from regret. Freedom from loss. Freedom to be happy.
Do not close your eyes, I need you to look at me. Freedom to love.
(extra credit if you know where this is derived from) |
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| Age: 31 |
| Cleveland,
Ohio |
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