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ChewMeUp -> The way to love a goddess... (10/11/2011 12:56:13 AM)
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Can't say no to her...
She is so strong - can't say no to her. Can't say anything but yes or she will smash you with her thumb. She is so demanding - can't ever take a break or she will eat you up. You will cook for her and learn how to go hungry. She works to make your submissive side grow stronger - until it engulfs you - until every part of you becomes a servant to her affections. She twists you round her finger, she ties you round her ankle, she puts you in her pocket. She makes you yield to her - you hold her purse at the mall - you hold her purse around your neck - you hold her purse around your soul while she is trying on delicious outfits.
Everyone can see it, her purse around your neck. Everyone can see she has no collar of yours to identify her by. She owns herself, AND you. She is power, she is beauty, she is rage and satisfaction. Her long hair coils around you, round and round, until you swim in it and slither down her back. She puts you in her shoe so no one can find you in her pockets.
You sacrifice your life for hers - Hers, Hers, Hers. You only make her bigger, stronger, more determined - even as she saps your will. You give her your soul, she gives you a nice perch on Her shoulder where her hair can wrap around you. She lets you dangle there.
She wakes you in the morning with a list of laundry, toil and sufferage. She wants you exhausted, weary, sweating, for her. Humiliates you with kisses that never lead to fucking. Holds you close, but like a pet man who she has trained. She trains you well but you don't know it, what she is doing to you. She broils your soul in her lips, chews your heart in her teeth, laps your essence on her tongue and swallows you whole, into her belly and digests you completely.
She becomes part of you and you a part of her but hers is the stronger will and she is in control. How does it feel, little puppet, to be murdered by her nightly? To wake up helpless in her arms and know that you are trapped? To look into her eyes and see her smiling like a lion as she sinks her claws into you? To want to love her as a woman when she loves you as a slave? To rever her as a goddess, when to her you are a dog? You fancy yourself a man though she can treat you as a doll.
No one can defy her. No one can defeat her. You realize you see her as a heroine. You take pride in her power, in the hair that warps around you, you take pride in her strength, you cave to her, you bend like steel, she displaces you like water. You look up to her - respect her. You Listen when she talks. You Love her. But you know her love is different...
It 'feels' like a sacrifice but the truth is you are lucky. You might have grown up thinking you deserve to be loved by Her as an equal - society was wrong for not telling you the truth - that she is much more than your equal and many times above you. She was born to be your master, and you were born to be her toy.
Beware oh male - the work will fall to you in this life; it is you who will spend the best part of your strength in service to Her life. She will not work for you, she will not cook for you, she will not take out the garbage. You have to do it all. You have to suffer through her temper, endure her bad days with a smile and find ways to make her happy every time she enters the room. You will never have a moment's rest when she is near, not even in your sleep.
Even your Dreams will be Her slaves - they will dance the way she would want them to dance, once she is inside of you. You go to sleep, you hear her voice in your mind, instructing you. She trains you day and night. She trains you head to toe. She trains you inside and out. She trains you backwards, forwards, she teaches you to serve her. You learn to think in her voice, to live for her smile, as the look in her eyes forever holds you burning burning burning just to be there by her side - a romance of certain kind.
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