Slave mrstiller

I promise to be in service, totally, no limit. I won't hold back. Every gesture I make is an offering, every word shaped to soothe, to please, to fulfil. I live for your approval. I don't resist I attune. Like an instrument waiting to be played, I long to be used, guided, shaped. I want to disappear into your needs. I study every rhythm, every preference, as if it were sacred. Anticipating needs becomes my second nature. Obedience isn't a burden to me it's an art. Clean, quiet, total. In surrender, I find peace. In devotion, I find purpose. I don't see it as losing myself. I see it as finally becoming what I was meant to be