How drastically the scene changes with the variance of but one inch, an additional fraction of thrust while face is held perfectly still. Your eyes widen to the new challenge and regard the power in Mine as I dance the dance that I will upon your mute surrender. In suspended breath you dangle at My mercy yet honor Me with your acceptance, your submission despite reflexive aversion. I cherish your trust. |
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