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i long to worship at the feet of my mistress. She keeps me in a cage both physically and mentally. She owns me and provides breathtaking yet relentless control of this body. For Her amusement, i am restrained, whipped, humiliated and put on display like a piece of livestock. To Her, i cannot say no; or anything for that matter because i am not permitted to speak. But i really don't need words to express the beauty of discipline, the serenity of my cage, the awe my owner inspires in my heart. No words are required to demonstrate the sweetness of my surrender. Be real, be single and i *may* be yours... ;-)