Words cannot describe the cry of ones true submissive heart, so if you take me inside and you give me a place to hide and invade my mind, I'll bathe you in the spirit light that sleeps between the dominant and her sub, until the strike of her wit brings it to life, and transfer brings us to unite, in one accord to bond and to hold.

I kiss shiny leather. Shiny leather in the dark. Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await me . Strike, dear mistress, and cure my heart

Severing, severing, speak so slightly. Severing, down on my bended knee. Taste the whip, I ache in for the.Strike, dear mistress, and cure my heart


where are you!