You kneel beneath me and I want to eat your submission like a meal. How will I teach you humility and extract your service.
I smile imagining you on all fours eating your food from a plate on the floor. You are my loving pet. So lost in surrender you can barely remember how to speak.
My floors are clean enough. But you scrub them that you might prove your need to serve me.
Shall I teach you special prayers so you can better worship me?
Do you hunger to feel lowly?
To drink my piss?
To be confined in a small dark place?
Which of your freedoms will I take away?
Perhaps I will lock up your manhood and forbid you orgasms except as rare treats.
How I enjoy seeing my chains and my cuffs on you.
You will give yourself to me and I will put at rest that slave’s ache in your heart.
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