This is part of a conversation between a Master and his slave, her side, read both to get it all.
I hear you and I understand The type of man you are. I may not know what you have planned, But I beg, don’t go too far. How can I trust in such a man, In one I do not know? And yet, in silence, here I stand With no desire to go. Slowly, gently, I am unclothed, Revealed before your eyes. Before, this thought, I once loathed. Now for you my body cries. My fantasies! I...Read On