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The fear of the unknown controls every human being, causes them to pause and rethink their perspective. Living in the world where anything is aceptable, and nothing is taboo, has opened doors for many. For those that wish to truly serve, to be on bended knee and bowed head. To have a collar of ownership in place around their neck, such is acceptable in today's society.
The mystery of aliases and hidden pasts, no one truly knowing about their partner, about their own secrets.
I am a submissive, craving the warm dominance of the male whom is my Master. I could be your submissive, I could be the one who kneels before you day after day, who waits for you to come home. I could beg for your punishment, thank you for your corrections, let you play dress up with me. I could be your little doll, your baby girl, your sweet kitten, one who will be at your side.
I could be your strength, your friend, lover, mate, and submissive.
But I will not.
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