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There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good,
She was very, very good;
but when she was bad
she was wicked.
I cannot tell a lie. I need to be under your control. This is who I am and I cannot hide behind the security of a vanilla partner anymore. Bondage, pain, kinky sex, few limits, Hurt me. Use me. Love me. Playmates are fine, but I'm ready for more when I meet the right One. Are you strong enough to guide me, control me? I have a bratty streak that comes out at the worst times. Pain does not scare me. I offer myself for you and promise nothing but submitting to your control; needing you to fulfill your role as my Master.
I will be a sweetheart in public and whatever you wish in private.
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