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I do not ask to be chosen.

I simply am—the steady *** that draws what is already mine.

You feel the pull before you name it: the quiet certainty that chaos ends at my threshold.

My rules are not suggestions; they are the architecture of your freedom.

Each boundary I set carves space for your surrender to breathe,

protects the fragile places you hide even from yourself,

and turns raw impulse into deliberate devotion.

They exist because without them you drift—

and I do not allow what is mine to drift.

Discipline falls from my hand with purpose, never haste.

It is the measured correction that strips illusion,

the sting that reminds flesh and will of their proper order.

*** is not punishment here; it is revelation—

a blade that cuts away pretense so truth can surface.

I administer it coldly when needed, warmly when earned,

always with the same intent: to forge you sharper, deeper, truer.

Pleasure I take as my right—your body, your moans, your breaking open beneath me.

Yet I grant it with equal authority: slow-building waves that crest only when I permit,

ecstasy shaped by my control, intensified by your yielding.

Your release is never accidental; it is bestowed,

a gift wrapped in the certainty that you belong to the one who decides when and how you burn.

When the intensity recedes, I do not vanish.

I remain—holding what I have marked, soothing what I have opened.

Aftercare is not softness added as apology; it is the final act of ownership.

Warmth, water, quiet words, the press of my body against yours until every tremor stills.

I rebuild you in the aftermath, not because you are fragile,

but because what I claim, I keep whole.

I am not a title you bestow.

I am the gravity that bends your orbit,

the shadow that gives your light definition,

the unyielding will that makes your submission possible.

In my presence, you are not diminished—you are completed.

Two halves of one dark flame, joined where fire meets fuel.

Step forward if you are ready.

I do not chase.

I wait,

and what is mine

will recognize itself

and come.

 

sdp'26

Edited by Raisinkane
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