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| I am desperately seeking domination. I crave it in the deepest part of my soul. I feel like a blank canvas for you to paint on with pain, an empty vessel to fill with humiliation, a place for you to pour out suffering, to turn it into your pleasure. I imagine my perfect weekend locked in a room, available to you at all times, for whatever fills your imagination, whatever whim strikes you. To be yours, completely and utterly and totally yours. Powerless and broken. Owned.
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