„Więcej łez wylewa się nad wysłuchanymi modlitwami, niż nad modlitwami niewysłuchanymi”
My Mistress. She is an strongest inspiration for me.
A real Lady with high class, who stimulates all the human senses. For Her I want to be, like brand silk underwear, covering the sensually intimate spheres of the owner. I provide a sense of comfort and give security, as well as add self-confidence in any situation.
Silently She puts me on the shelf, when I'm not needed and used me again when the need is or when She feel like it. Every day, She usually hides me from the world and I'm presented, when my Lady wants to have fun or when she wants to shine before the friends.
I serve patiently and without a word of objectionI absorb the humiliations and hardships of everyday life for her. I am open to Her female hell and heaven to consciously imbibe a beautiful and strong personality at every second.
As an object of personal use, as a rule, I am be lent exceptionally, only to the closest people and friends around my owner.
I always care for the comfort, dignity and honor of my Lady. I always bow my neck before Her. In restaurants, on the beach, in the theater, in the park and in the gallery. When there is no toilet, I open my mouth without saying a word, although I don't prefer it. I will never, under any circumstances, allow the Lady to risk her authority and majesty. It is sacred.
The Lady rushes into my head like wine, ripe and dry itcaptivates my senses. She's fully self-aware. Always and everywhere.
All Woman are beautiful, and the most beautiful are desired and inaccessible to everyone. Their intelligent, open minds travel freely on the road between the senses and sensations. Such a sophisticated Woman's intelligence is very dangerous... and more desirable, by real players. Also is always a barrier for weak. So, if You allow me to be Your road, then please show me the place where I should lead You.
Bless Women, all of Them!
It is with the greatest honor and pride, that I dedicate my true words, to You. My God. Only You understand that my salvation is through only the enslavement of my soul.
Not for us. You ignite submissive minds by swinging your hips freely.
Not for us. You levitate gently, like mist dancing at dawn over the cold Alps.
Not for us. You brutally cool your heated senses with a look, as fresh as a drop of evening dew.
Not for us. You warm captured souls with a fleeting smile.
Not for us. Servants at the Your feet.
GODDESS!
Our thoughts only serve You.
We are Your faithful dogs.
Where does our complete devotion to You come from?
After alI, You exist for yourself and live proudly among Gods.
I'm just Your ordinary property.
Your Servus.
Every day and every night.
My God. My Lady. My Mistress. My Universe.
Just.., All of mine thinks....
My God's name is JULIA. She is like BDSM:
Beautiful
Smart
Demanding.
Mature