I donβt want that βyes, mistressβ βno, mistressβ monosyllabic stupidity you see in porn. I want reality. I want to see him obsess about her, I want to see his submission and surrender in all its forms. I want to see their rawness. I want authenticity. I want to see sparkles of their souls when they are playing together. I donβt want robotic answers. I donβt want to look at robotic people. I want to see them as they are. It doesnβt matter if he feels like writing an epic poem about her, or compose her an entire song; it doesnβt matter if he happens to paint her ruling him, or if he writes a whole book or starts a blog about their adventures; I donβt care if he continuously begs her over and over to the point of despair, and I donβt care if he happens to want her so much, so badly, that he canβt even be able to think straight or say anything at all. I donβt care really. It just needs to be real. I want to see real devotion, real submission, real dominance. I donβt want to see robots. I want real people who choose to dominate and obey because theyβre human, too human. I want people who love what theyβre doing, no matter how simple, complex, funny or odd it might look to others. I want to see people who have a passion. I want to see their madness, I want to see what gives them pleasure. I want to see freedom.
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