…the kind of bottomed-out submissive who still has a handful of not so submissive inclinations.
The kind that oozes quiet desperation revealing those regular floats past expressed hard limits that drag them along in tow anyway.
Those no-go-zones that you enjoy pretending exist are exactly where I like to live. There’s nothing wrong with that kind of feigned respectability; it’s just not helpful. With Me, you’ll have to keep that ba-ba black sheep who always asks for a respectable landing strip routine to yourself. I’m not interested.
What you will become…
Wonderfully compliant. Agile in anticipating an acceptable and ever-fluctuating ratio of your needs versus what I expect of you. If you do not achieve both of those objectives, you’ll be extremely understanding when I send you back to gather even more of that dust you came wearing.