i have been living in dreams waiting to see as my whole life begin to spell out craft of my purpose. To be a sissy slave to some Mistress. Willing to take this mangy animal; clean her up. Then put her to work making him perfect with the whip,and the fire that drives your will in being. The pattern mind to that of right mind, right thought, right action for Mistresses profit and appeal. The mantra becomes prayer and supplication. And thought becomes design for the Mistress.
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My Ideal Person:
Wicked and cruel with that same side in humor. A little romantic someone that knows that life is a dream. A shadow over what is material and the lay of the land. Romantic by the life she lives and in style of sadism. Somone who let keep an allowance. That's earned just to buy her lirtle gifts to show my appriation. Maybe let me nest and decorate and arrange. Even let shower her with trying at ignoant poerty attempting to leaven the spirit in in which lives her. To bring her life with these random archiac little things title called words. I would errect to masses a temple of them in which she could reside. The wealth of treasures iof her charecter displayed and arrayed with the light of her glory. To loved by few hated by many' or to be in relation with the world.
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