When a man comes to town

When my Master comes in the room, I feel his presence. I feel his power. He has a dominance over me that makes me quiver. I turn to mush.

I am innocent and little, and a total submissive whore.

I am what he wants. Adaptable. Malleable.

What he wants, of course, is me. Raw me. I giggle.

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