Love is Submission Love is Domination

“I don’t like the way you look at me. I don’t like it at all. You look at me like you have rights. And you haven’t got rights. Not anymore. And you will never again have rights.

I told you a long time ago that your eyes should be pointed to the floor, unless I tell you anything else. But for the last few days you keep looking at my body and even now you already had the nerve twice to look at my legs.

You know, Slave Paul, he died when you were just here, dug a hole in the garden and covered with a steel lid. It’s a nice, warm and sunny day today. We will go there now and I will lock you in, so you can think a while about your sins. No, too late, it will happen. Follow me.