You had better be ready for this.
Servitude is not a dress I will let you slip off your body. Your knees won't forget kissing the floor. Your mouth can't swallow back the words of reverence. You can't be un-penetrated by my eyes once they've seen through you, fully stripped you down to your weak, naked self. Wear your choice openly with equal amounts of shame and pride.
You have to know the meaning of "hard" when you ask for it. You'll no longer know your skin when it isn't red. You'll no longer love your freedom when it isn't limited to the bars of my cage. I want to control you beyond the physical; my very presence ruling your mind, my blood strangling yours, running your body from the inside. See how thin I can stretch you, when I knead your life in my warm hands.
You had better know this is what you want. There is no getting me out of you once I'm in.
