Softly she whispers in the night... her cries being unheard, her tears being unseen...

In her dreams... She runs free as the spirit of the white wolf carries her mortal soul forward. As she roams through the memories of broken promises, lost hopes and almost forgotten desires, she yearns of the time she will be at peace, in a true Masters soul...

		Submission is a special gift, just as Dominance is... not something to be taken and used, it's to be cherished... If you search for just a play thing, I'm not it...
		One day He will come to her and with a firm, yet loving hand, set free the burning desires of her submission and the aching within her soul.

::: Eyes lowered, head held high :::
This is the way of my submission,
with Honor and Respect




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