“We are no guiltier in following the primitive impulses that govern us than is the Nile for her floods or the sea for her waves.” Marquis de Sade

To Whom You Belong

Drifting loosely tethered to what was. Currents flowing, coaxing, calling to another destination Held in place and slipping into myself. That moment when I am exposed and vulnerable before you. Your fingers grip around my neck and everything settles into place. Nothing else matters. I am where I want to be. I choose this. Yours.

Silent Whispers

“I just know there’s something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don’t talk about it, but it’s there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he’s driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don’t fight him, I don’t want to.”

When Darkness Calls

"Take me to the darkest corners of my mind. Drag me through my depravity. Strip me bare and show me my shame. Break me and put me back together. I am yours."

Confessions of a Naughty Little Girl.

My will is yours. My mind is yours. My body is yours. My heart is yours. My fears belong to you. My desires belong to you. My release belongs to you. My surrender belongs to you. I submit to you, I am yours. But know this… You are also mine.

Lesson Four: Never The End

"Submission is a choice, born of free will and made from a place of strength. It is a deep-seated need to serve the one who has earned your obedience through patience, respect and trust." – Unspoken

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