She makes me want to be a slave. I've never liked that word. Not for myself at least. A submissive sounds like a man with some respect. But from her... I want none. I want her sole pushing the side of my face into the dirt. I want every last shred of my dignity to stripped away by her talons. I do so love seeing the grins she gives me as I kneel there, humiliated. Degraded.
Slave. That's what she brings out in me.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
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