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Gentle caresses nor soft kisses will ever sate her ache, only sharp, biting kisses. The sting of My strike burns her flesh, yet at once warms her soul. I stroke a need deep inside hidden from the world yet visible to Me. Kneeling, heart racing in suspense, goose bumps disguise my naked skin.Time ceases as He enters. I never knew a need could be so consuming until He entered me, penetrating my soul becoming my entire world. I was claimed. Do not misjudge her kneeling before me as a weakness of mind, spirit or will.Inside she is ferocious, a lioness, teeth gnashing flesh if need be.Protective of the obsession nourishing her, fearless in her devotion to her Master. The touch of His hands, hard and yet delicate, is the essence feeding isveçbahis my poverty. His presence sets every nerve afire, my devotion to Him is innate, to nurture Him with my nectar, to devour whenever He desires. My fingers burrow deeply.Burning, marking, claiming her flesh, her body.Denoting her submission she is brandished proudly for all to see.Symbols of My love and her devotion to Me. But do not mistaken her for a kept woman,she is free to leave on a fleeting whim. Her body, mind and will are hers.she gives herself freely; I take all of her. Leaving His side is unfathomable, incomprehensible. I am not bound because of His will for my gift is His of my own giving. my possession misinterpreted by society,but His control isveçbahis giriş freed my soul. She knows how fragile My heart is in her presence hers to do with as she pleases. she holds its essence in her delicate hands,one gentle squeeze would crush it, But I know it to be safe, always protected. Hurting Him is not an option, for my purpose intertwines with His, He nourishes my heart and my soul, He is now*the air I breathe. His hands can mark and sting me. Yet, always, His hands fiercely protect me. She is my canvas; perfect, unblemished Lovingly stretched across a delicate frame I am drawn, as a moth to flame, to the lust of the beautiful, dark urgency raging within her I will forever soothe that need with harsh, isveçbahis yeni giriş potent strokes she is My whore, My slut, My dirty little girl she is all I ever wanted?Kneel,? I growl she drops without qualm My flesh is alive with want and desire. Only He can calm the needs I cannot quiet for I know with every stroke I will be satiated. His hunger Driving each thrust deeper. Gripping the sheets I give all to my Master Calling His name as*I forget my own My heart soars with each utterance of *quot;Good girl*quot; She begs aching, for the kiss of My fine leather. Sweet stinging lashes warming her soul,slowly heating intimate places.There her sweet nectar lays in waitFlowing; gushing from deep withininto my waiting, thirsty mouth she feeds me, as I consume her. Patiently*I kneel in wait soothed by the rhythm of my racing heart, knowing he is ready to lay claim again.I wait for the*one,my Master, knowing now*I was born to be taken as His. In His possession I am Finally free.