Submission I kneel, supplicant before you my will offered up in quiet acquiescence awaiting your approval or reproach the fine line between pleasure and pain becomes ever sweeter with your control with every touch, kiss, word smoldering embers are kindled tormenting desires awakened I quiver captured by heat and hunger bend me to your will My Lord show me what you most desire my purpose but to serve through your dominion I find myself You, the Master of many my only I have found you
Submission is a gift that Must be Cherished, Loved, Honored and Protected. Trust is earned not a given.
