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“She was a curious girl, who Loved the smell of old books, chasing butterflies and touching herself under the covers as she danced in the sound of his voice.
She knew pain… she painted beautiful emotions utilizing the stunning Scarlet welps rising with each lash as if it were a masterpiece to be displayed in a museum, wearing nothing but the smile he gave her.
He gifted her with the perfect oxymorons to become, to be vulnerable yet incredibly strong. She was undoubtedly In Love with her Master. knowing just how hard he can be, and how passionate in the same sentence How she sees beyond the Master and Loves the Devine Man he is as well.
She wrote him as a Poem because he was pure poetry in her mind, licking the metaphors that made her tremble, caressing the similes inside her imagination, He made love to her mind, dominated her soul, and owned her heart, he succeeded in this even before their first touch. He admired her, and she knew she was built for him. She fell in love with him, the way he took his time with her, turning each page carefully, studying every word, every paragraph, every chapter until he memorized her story. How he would examine and discover her insecurities, and encourage her, and show her just how beautiful she truly is, because He calls her Beautiful as if that were her name.
She adored the fact he cherished her so much to not fray the pages in her handwritten book she gifted him.
she would find herself observing him, Learning him and Studying him discovering the exact same things. She placed her trust, her Devotion, Loyalty, Her heart, body, mind and soul, in his hands, and In love and lust, she was breathing in every magical moment.. she waited, patiently for him to let her touch his heart and trust her enough to Love it unconditionally, heal it, and protect it with her own life.
Knowing sometimes torn pages and broken hearts in life, take time to repair and stitch together, the same as it takes time to write another perfect chapter, after all, there were still blank pages that were begging to be filled, each page of her life’s storybook was reserved for her beloved, Master.
💖SynJynx💖
2“You’re mine. The minute I told you to spread your legs and you did it, you were mine. When I told you to beg for it and you did, you were mine. When you put your hands behind your back without being told, I owned you. You never had to say a word. You’re a natural submissive”
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