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The day begins sound of my voice calling you back to the world, to me. Your eyes still heavy from sleep as light slips through the curtains. For a moment, the world feels still, a silent comfort. Without needing words, you feel the weight of my presence in the air, the tether between your life and mine. You breathe in my essence, I'm already here with you. All surrounding.
"Get up. Kneel."
The command rings clear in your mind, and without hesitation, your body moves. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, feeling the coolness of the hardwood floor beneath your feet as you knees lower to the ground in a practiced motion, the smooth wood beneath them a grounding presence, a reminder of your place.
Your posture is perfect, back straight, hands resting lightly on your thighs. You’re calm, though your pulse races. You know what is expected of you, and you meet my gaze with open eyes, no defiance, only trust and a deep, unspoken understanding.
Our eyes meet, and I have only wicked intentions. In my eyes you find approval, silent, and clear. Another tether to this unspoken connection.
"Good girl."
My words heavy and deep settle within you. This isn't just about obedience. It’s the moment of connection, of mutual understanding, of a certain kind of affection. A certain kind of kinship bounded by an understanding of dynamic between a submissive and her master. Control isn't about doing because you were told to do so, submission is a feeling, it feels right, because your need extends beyond yourself.
Your strength lies in surrendering to me, trusting me, and allowing me to to all of you and guide it into collapsing unto me.
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