Mistress of the Light

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Missing something for so long,
lost and never discovered,
perhaps now,
now I have found what I need,
my Mistress,
my being,
my redemption,
heavenly,
holy,
heart of my life.

Appearing here before me,
my goddess of redemption,
the saving grace of her,
of her lust,
of her love.

Mistress of the light,
of the night,
of ecstasy eternal,
just pleasure of submission to her might.

Terrible is the temptation,
her visage before me,
her trust in me,
and I in her,
without true terror,
just hope,
just fulfillment,
just the justice of submission to her light.

Submitting completely,
giving her my reason,
my seasons of faith,
forever more to adore,
my goddess of the light,
just acceptance of submission to delight.

Such delight of submission,
serving her,
bending my knee to her power,
her glory,
her satisfaction is my fate,
her pleasure is my passion,
trembling before her awful visage,
quivering to her delight,
her touch is my gratification fulfilled.

Mistress,
before you I bow,
submit,
am used and achieve the fruition,
the blossoming of your glory,
your power,
your lust,
your providence to empower and bestow,
to ask and accept a total submission in return.

My Mistress of the Light,
shining down to feed me with your energy,
smiling down to accept my obeisance before you
stooping down to caress me with your forgiveness,
using me,
giving me,
treating me as your servant,
your slave,
your pet,
I am yours my Mistress of the Light.

How would one repay such acceptance,
if not with total complete submission,
feeding her needs,
feeling her caresses,
her simple drips of wax,
her hopeful stripes of rope,
her generous strikes of leather,
her bountiful gestures of training,
her love.

My Mistress of the Light,
allows me to feel,
allows me to be,
allows me freedom to accept her reign,
accept her sovereignty,
accept her domination complete,
of me,
of my life,
of all I am and ever will be,
and of my lust,
my simple needs,
she fills and completes me,
as I complete her,
with my hands,
with my body,
with my lips,
with all I am,
fulfilling her,
so I know and will ever believe,
so I see and feel,
so it ever shall be.

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