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The Great Revelation

Who wouldn't want a slave? Right?
To love and protect them.
Don't you know that I'll...
Direct deposit all of my income right into your checking account just to prove the point that  
Everything I have is yours, nothing is off limits this money that I devalue. You will benefit from. But me? My loins yearning so badly to detach from this capitalist society. I need this purpose. To forfeit free will.  
Don't you know that?
Every hole and orfice of my body exists to accomodate your cum  
I'll make it available for you if only to test me to see if I'll really do it  
just to solidify that truth
I'll do it for you
Don't you know that I'll...
Sacrifice my freedom for you
What my ancestors fought so hard for when they were brought over here on those slave ships dont belong to me
My liberation comes when it's surrendered to you
Dare me I swear it
A wayward woman doesn't require such power I'm irresponsible please hear my cries for captivity
The rattling of chains that echo through my amygdala is the only incentive for my orgasm
Keep me caged until it's time for you to use me
I so desperately want that to be my only joy
This world full of sweet and chocolate and shitty promises of fame and prosperity excite me not.  
Please deprave me of the curse of technology.
Save me from the matrix I choose the red pill.
I want the scraps on your plate and the smell of your balls in the dirty draws that you left on the floor
The slop of your lust only makes me wanna wag my tail.  
Since "God" abandoned us so long ago I've search for you.  
For your wrath and accountability.
For your validation and ego.
Look down upon me and laugh haughtily at my potential.  
I want to nurse on your nefarious thoughts.
What plans do you have for my vulnerability?
My eyes water with wonder and my belly growls and aches with the urgency of your affirmation.
I quiver in fetal position for the warmth or your proactive domination.  
Pump me full of wet and slimy so that I may ooze you out of me at all times let it dry on my thighs giving you something to hose off when it's time.
Isn't that why you've brought me to you kind one?
Your Babydoll,  
Humbly At His Feet
Written by MotDi (ConcubinaSumisa)
Published | Edited 9th Jan 2023
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