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| I am desperate to serve. But not for just anyone who calls herself a Domme. It's more complicated than that. But I know she's out there...the one who will make me feel that desperate need to please. The one I'll do anything for.
I want to be there for her. I want to make her laugh...I want to hold her when she needs to be held...I want to read to her when she needs to hear my voice like that...I want to massage her when she needs to be touched like that.
And I want to be the bitch. I want to be the object of her pleasure. For the right woman, I can think of very few things that I wouldn't do for her. Because I want to see that look in her eyes, and I want to hear that tone in her voice. I want to understand that She owns me, and that I'm important to her in that way.
I want to feel her guide my mouth, and know that I'm to do this until she's done with me.
I want to see her calmly looking down at me, her eyes dark and intent, and I want to see her certainty when I open my mouth that I know my place and purpose.
I want to talk to her. About anything and everything. I want to engage with her, I want to understand her thoughts, and I want to know she values mine.
And I want to see that knowledge in her that they dynamic is always there. Sometimes below the surface, sometimes plain and obvious. But always there. I am owned. By her.
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