This girls soul longs ...
...for the pain you lovingly inflict
... for the sound of you voicing the desires I’m afraid to fulfill
... for you to allow me to kneel at your feet
This girls mind yearns ...
... to be taught how to please you
... to be convinced that I am the good girl you want me to be
... to be bound to you in more than physical ways
This girls body cries out ...
... to feel your hands strike against my skin
... to feel the ropes bite at my wrists and ankles
... to be torn apart for your pleasure
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