Citizen of the World

I love that you suffer for Me in silence.

You just take what I give you.

And I have so much more suffering to give you, kitten.

I see your discomfort.

It makes Me hard.

I see those prickly barbs beginning to cut open your soft, creamy flesh.

Makes Me want to push them in deeper.

I see the awkward way you’re moving, trying to avoid the kiss of that razor sharp steel.

Makes Me want to pull up tight on that slack and keep you in your fucking place.

To suffer for Me.

To take what I give you.

In silence.

I just love it that you don’t complain, pet.

Demure.

Grateful.

Respectful.

Obedient.

Waiting patiently to be of service again.

Waiting to be used for His comfort.

Waiting to be given a purpose.

Waiting to follow His orders.