A Magic Word

I often wish for a magic word. One that would tell you.
That I want to be touched, tamed.
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I often wish for a magic word. One that would tell you.
That I want to be touched, tamed.

I offer my hand and gift it to you, with the hope that you will lead the way. That I may walk beside you, my head held high, ...

“Just tell me the truth”, she said as I lied. My shame was written on my behind.
She spanked and she pinched, she tore at my skin, but the truth was not easy, laced in sin.