Submission: “My poor, sweet broken dove. Your Master understands that you need this. That you need to submit to me. Don’t you dare feel ashamed. It feels right, doesn’t it? Like it’s how it was always meant to be. You were meant.
Submission: “Hush my love, must you always be thinking? Torturing yourself with these worries? Now stop your protests. Lie back on my bed and part your legs. Feel my fingertips and lips caress your hot skin, my tongue lathing against your wetness,.