Washing away guilt 

Everyday, I live with the conflict that being a submissive brings.

When I wash, when I’m naked, when I’m on my own in the bathroom, I have time to consider my desires. Looking in the bathroom mirror, I see what the dominant longs to touch and to use.

Now, for you, merciful dominant, guide and confident, giver of pleasure and pain, I kneel.

Water runs over my flesh and guilt dissolves. In submission, I live.

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