What You Are…

An exquisitely bottomed-out submissive.  The kind that oozes a quiet desperation revealing  its regular floats past all your hard limits that drag you along in tow.  Those no-go-zones that you enjoy pretending exist are exactly where I like to live.   There’s nothing wrong with coveting a feigned decency; it’s just not helpful.  With Me,  you’ll have to keep that ba-ba black sheep sporting a mayor’s wife worthy landing strip routine to yourself. I’m not interested.

The usual female supremacy once over that sends you running to Me complete with an obvious coat of rust that suggests severe under use is also not conducive to all I know you can ultimately be.

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 rust you came wearing.