Existing in limbo, No peace in her Soul,
Just shadow and smoke, And a vast gaping hole.
Submissive by nature, Now taking it's toll,
Shan't ever confess, Yearns a Master's control!
Weary of secrets, Of shame and denying,
A lifetime of stories, Excuses, and lying.
Dark nights laying awake, Frightened and crying,
With Society's eyes judgemental and prying...
The Master looks deeper, Sees clearly, and knows,
He senses by instinct, her nature exposed.
The anguish that grips her 'neath image and pose,
Sensing her value, His need for her grows!
Aware that her fears are ingrained and real,
He leads her to trust, to believe, and to heal.
Content at His feet, He helps her to kneel.
Now where she belongs, naught left to conceal!
Strength in conviction, Fear only fear.
Burn bra AND panties, Let feminists sneer!
To please and to serve is what she holds dear,
Rewards more abundant than a thankless Career.
Honor in service, strength, Courage and grace,
Connection profound, At last in her place.
Happy and calm, Safe in His embrace,
Mastered, loved, cherished - The perfect sub-space!
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