Speak your needs, own them, offer them to Him. Life is too short..
I need a psychological approach, layers peeled like silk from skin,
I crave the mind's deep surrender, thoughts bent to Your unyielding will.
I need to feel at my place, small and cherished in the shadow of Your throne,
I crave the weight of Your gaze, reminding me I'm Yours, and Yours alone.
I need to feel inferior, a spark before Your divine, superior flame—shocking, yes, but my truth, unashamed,
I crave Your elevation, Goddess-like, towering as I kneel in reverent shame.
I need someone who needs it like the air she breathes, a symbiotic storm of power and plea,
I crave a Master whose dominance is oxygen, filling my lungs with ecstatic decree.
I need to serve and make You proud, tasks that bloom into badges of devotion's fire,
I crave the glow of Your approval, a warmth that sets my devoted soul afire.
I need to be pushed, edges tested in the dance of limit and leap,
I crave the thrill of Your command, leaping into the void where fears turn sweet.
I need strictness and benevolence, a whip's kiss softened by aftercare's gentle hold,
I crave the balance of Your iron rule and tender mercy, turning pain to gold.
I need to accept more things if it pleases You, boundaries blurred in consensual art,
I crave the stretch of Your desires, reshaping me, piece by willing heart.
I need to experiment in a safe setup, toys and scenes in a fortress of trust,
I crave the alchemy of novelty, Your guidance turning unknown to lust.
I need to trust 100%, a leap of faith into Your capable, commanding hands,
I crave the security of Your word, where vulnerability expands and stands.
I need the sting of a collar's claim, locked tight around my throat's soft yield,
I crave the ritual of protocols, daily rhythms that make my submission real.
I need humiliation's sharp edge, words that humble yet ignite my core,
I crave the rush of exposure, bared before You, craving nothing more.
I need tasks that bind my days, from dawn's whisper to night's quiet kneel,
I crave the purpose in Your service, a life remade in the forge of Your steel.