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Once upona a time I thought that all women were an endless line of pigs, and that I was trying to teach them to fly. Time has taught the error of my ways and I was fortunate enough to amass a treasured sub or two who showed me the wonder of trust and the surrender it implies.
The years have passed and I no longer search for the perfect sub; I no longer have the desire to train, to teach,to lead her by the hand...
Now I search the halls for a friend; if you are she fine, if not, pass me by. |
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