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"My Transgressions Advantageously Seized-on," (Slavish Servant of her Deviant-urges).
"Take me My Domina; rape my inhibitions: strip the
blinders from my eyes and let me view the darkest
you with clarity of vision
Let me for my transgressions not seek for repentance
from some intangible power; but, let your claws and
scourges shred the weakness from this pathetic
existence, leaving me to the depths of your (auto) erotic
prowess"
"Accipe me Domina mea ; opprimere, me locus
detrahe blinders ab oculis meis et tibi me tenet
considerate claritatem visionis
Sit mihi pro adversariis meis sceleribus non quaeret
amplius utrum pśnitentić ab aliqua potentia attingi
posse ; sed, unguibus et flagellis subditum concidit
infirmitatem ex misellus existentiam , relicto me in
profundum cordis vestri ( auto ) amatorios virtute"
If I Fucked-up and did you wrong, would you
forgive me and set me free, or would I be your
Slave for eternity and I, you would own
To me, either way doesn't matter (although the
latter could be pleasurable); if you didn't then
that's a bridge burned-down that I'd again never
cross: it'd be my loss with nothing but ashes
swirling in the wind, round and round to plague
my mind as a remembrance
But, even with the unforgivable there's redemption -
I could be your indebted slave that obeys your
every whim
Vengeance
Spite
Retribution - abuse me and cut me like an knife
Relentlessly, mercilessly with wrath and malice pure
and concise, me silence with gags of the torn rags;
the tattered and shredded remnants of another day
Let me unconsidered be, an revenant, redeemable
Tortured; whipped with scourges that you deem are
suitable for my cleansing - not to purge my wretched
soul, but to gratify the twisted urges that you feel pulsing
within the morbid, inner-demons of the chambers that
you condone
Suspend me in-between the upper-echelons and the
nether-regions of the earth; with chains or flesh-hooks
restrain my body from escape and unleash your worst
Make my spirit within to rue the day that I your loyalty
disgraced; and bend my will until I your every demand
in subservience to, submissively obey... let the error of
my transgression, "My Domina" become to you the
catalyst of an advantageous parlay
blinders from my eyes and let me view the darkest
you with clarity of vision
Let me for my transgressions not seek for repentance
from some intangible power; but, let your claws and
scourges shred the weakness from this pathetic
existence, leaving me to the depths of your (auto) erotic
prowess"
"Accipe me Domina mea ; opprimere, me locus
detrahe blinders ab oculis meis et tibi me tenet
considerate claritatem visionis
Sit mihi pro adversariis meis sceleribus non quaeret
amplius utrum pśnitentić ab aliqua potentia attingi
posse ; sed, unguibus et flagellis subditum concidit
infirmitatem ex misellus existentiam , relicto me in
profundum cordis vestri ( auto ) amatorios virtute"
If I Fucked-up and did you wrong, would you
forgive me and set me free, or would I be your
Slave for eternity and I, you would own
To me, either way doesn't matter (although the
latter could be pleasurable); if you didn't then
that's a bridge burned-down that I'd again never
cross: it'd be my loss with nothing but ashes
swirling in the wind, round and round to plague
my mind as a remembrance
But, even with the unforgivable there's redemption -
I could be your indebted slave that obeys your
every whim
Vengeance
Spite
Retribution - abuse me and cut me like an knife
Relentlessly, mercilessly with wrath and malice pure
and concise, me silence with gags of the torn rags;
the tattered and shredded remnants of another day
Let me unconsidered be, an revenant, redeemable
Tortured; whipped with scourges that you deem are
suitable for my cleansing - not to purge my wretched
soul, but to gratify the twisted urges that you feel pulsing
within the morbid, inner-demons of the chambers that
you condone
Suspend me in-between the upper-echelons and the
nether-regions of the earth; with chains or flesh-hooks
restrain my body from escape and unleash your worst
Make my spirit within to rue the day that I your loyalty
disgraced; and bend my will until I your every demand
in subservience to, submissively obey... let the error of
my transgression, "My Domina" become to you the
catalyst of an advantageous parlay
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