freedom and slavery go hand in hand, just like pleasure and pain. i submit so that i may cast aside my weaknesses, so that i may live the limits of the possible and the impossible with ever-increasing intensity. i come to you seeking my own destruction, and when i bow my head to you, i am yours - an empty vessel to fill as you wish, your slave or your slut.

under your whip i feel a bliss that borders on delirium, and as i endure i am strengthened, purified.

once degraded and beaten, i return as a vengeful goddess. you will cower as i humiliate you and return the blows you rained down on me. you will moan for me and beg for more.