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Feb 2017
Strip me of my rights, my Liberty,
I do not wish to be free.
I need direction, a director, a commander.
I will follow you blind.

Deprive me of my senses,
We both only want to feel.

I want to feel helpless,
Restrained to my knees.
I need to feel pain,
Whipped until crimson.
I hope to feel exploited,
Pushed into ******.
I feel satisfaction,
Permission to hear yours?
Sir.

You are my commander.

I am trained well into compliance.
You reward me in throbs,
Deep pulses from inside.

The motions are familiar but u are entirely different.
You can surprise me, excite me, command me; a formidable leader.
You give me everything,
all that I can feel.
All that I need to feel, alive.
Renée Brookes
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Renée Brookes  25/F/Washington, US
(25/F/Washington, US)   
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