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Does white mean that Mistress allows me a climax? *Pant* *drool* *gasp*

There wasn't a specific moment, it was the result of my childhood. Like a Pavlovian dog, I keep crawling back to pain and humiliation.

You are very kind, Mistress Dalisay, thank you. I can't look into a woman's heart, i don't know if she loves me; sometimes I'm afraid - what if she'll leave me? But I feel accepted by her, with every strike, with every welt, with every lash or drop of wax. "To kneel before Mistress Dalisay is to embark on a voyage of transformation, where the only compass is her desire, and the destination is complete surrender." To use this picture, i am drifting on a raft without a rudder in an ocean of lust and desire, and i am grateful for a mistress who gives my life purpose and direction. I wish that every man gives you, Mistress Dalisay, the adoration and respect you deserve, and i thank you again for your kind words.

I have no skills. I'm just a servant. If my mistress commands me to sing, then I'll sing. If she wants me to praise her beauty in a poem, I'll do so. I know she will punish me because I'm not good at such things. I don't like being hurt or tortured or humiliated. I don't like those clothespins with the little nails on my tongue, my toes, my earlobes, or genitals. But I will always crawl back to my mistress when she commands it. Maybe my only skill is to love her.

I am heartbroken to disagree, dear mistress, but my decision is the decision to be there for my mistress in whatever way she desires. Therefore, it is not up to me to make an independent decision about my fetishes.

Dear Mistress, i would request permission to push the button, and if you want me a new fetish, i would press it without hesitation. My brain is your property, just like my body, my soul, my fetishes.