Speechless
Dear Goddess,
Master. Claimant of my soul. Owner. Sir. The being in front of whom all thoughts vanish, all words melt and re-emerge as pure desire. I beg of you. I beg and plead without knowing what it is I demand. For in your presence and when you bring my craven devoted side to the fore, I am inraptured and in awe. I am beyond desire for the self and yet in the deepest longing. Longing for oblivion. Oblivion and union in you. Make me an extension of you. Use your infinite power and desire to compel and cajole me into total self obliteration. So there is nothing recognisable left in me that is not you. Make me one with you, so that no sooner does a thought come from your lips but it marches into my brain as a fervent desire and command. I will remould all parts of myself so that I can be at one with you. Surrendering every inch and sense so that my perceptions are overloaded. So that all that I see in my field of vision is you, so that all that I can smell is the garden of scents that your body can offer. So that all that I can taste is your lips and all that I can hear is the soft caressing tones of your voice.
Everything for you.
There will be no me.
In your breath I live.
Amen
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I assigned a slave to write something that he would say to me every night. He came up with this within minutes. I have a tear and a smile on at the same time. This connection is what I have been looking for completely. It’s amazing to me that a toy so incredible as him exists. I crave him as much as he craves me, and he worships every moment of it. I adore it. I am never letting it go.
