submission
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Your dominance comes so naturally, I fearyou do not know that my submission does not. Do you realise that I am my own safe harbour?I do not fear much, and I do not fear letting gohere. I am ready to hand you my kingdom keys.I hope you do not regret unlocking Pandora’s box.More paradoxes: the…
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Demure, shy, nervous even, you seem. I am unsureif it is your age, a relative inexperience, differencesin social reciprocity caused by the autism I doubt is diagnosed,or maybe I’m intimidating. It would not be the first time. And I – I am a force with which to be reckoned, some days I worrymy confidence might…
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i.There’s a darkness in me but she, like so many other facets of the diamond I’ve becomeunder pressure, lives behind masks and veils.She exists as a duality; two side of the same coin.I remember meeting the one in twilight reveriesbefore I was old enough to know her name,but even then I knew both that I…
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It is not purely a position of power,despite its name, and the false assumptions of men on the internetwho deal in greyscale and abuse. Rather it is privilege and responsibility, and I am aware of the honouryou do me in trusting me with yoursubmission. Dominancetakes meaning from the valueof what is laid at its feet,and…
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I rememberdry mouth and racing heartexhilaration and trepidationknit by determinationto experience for myselfthe phenomenonthat was the desideratum of my hiraeth.Todaythe approach is familiarand no longer needs a mapand despite the intoxication of anticipationand reason reminding methis is both fledgling and ephemeralmy pulse calms, my breaths deepenas I ascend the stairsand peace descends.With youI am able…
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My brain synthesised theory and experiencewith a dash of innate sense, a desire coded deep within the cellular blueprint of the fabric of my being, and I had ideas, predictions, hopes about how it would feel. Not physically, I was warned enough that the first time might hurt,that it was awkward and messy, and technique…
Spilled Ink from the Vault 