I am on my knees
Head bowed
Hands quiescent on naked thighs
Palms upward
Awaiting the freshly oiled crop
My heart stops for a second
As you beckon me forward
Weak from kneeling
I am reeling as I stand to attention
And stop
In the shadow of your control
I am whole
Body, mind and soul
Cold in morning light
Right in my position
Complete, utter submission
Pain without restriction
Unforgiven
I present my cunt to the crop.
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