Music/title: Just a Like Song; Al Bairre
(Anywhere you wanna be)”
. . … .
[ But I’m not qualified for anything. ]
“You’re always saying that.”
[ What am I qualified for then? ]
Good or bad.
Right or wrong.
I hate choice.
I want to be told what to do-
I want subservience;
To be a slave.
But, darling… You wear the mask so well.
/ / /
Thank you, Al Bairre. <3
Music/title: Changes (Shlohmo Remix); LOL Boys
“I have these feelings for you,” He says as he runs a hand down my arched back and perfectly displayed ass. “..Some might call them love.” He grips my ass tightly; admiring his property.
“I have feelings for you that some might call love as well, Sir.” I tighten my position. I want to turn to him, to ask him to hurt me …that I desperately want to hurt for him. This is the only way I can think to show him how much I love and trust him.
I would’ve let him destroy me right in that moment. I would’ve gladly let him break me until I didn’t recognize myself as a person anymore. I don’t know if it was my love for him, or my complete devotion as a slave that felt such a pull to give myself to him. But, my god, how I’ve missed being this..
“It’s only after we’ve lost everything, that we’re free to do anything.”
/ / /
He finally said it. Later, after everything else… “I do love you.”
And he said it again the next day, and the next..