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I want to use you. To take you and have my way with you. I want to put you on your knees and do to you all the things the guys before were afraid to do. I want to own you. To possess you to the point that every breath you take has you wanting to ask permission. I want to be your first waking thought, and be the last thing you think of as you drift off to sleep at night. I want you to be my sub, my slave, and my lady when desired. I want to parade you in public. All class. All the while belying you’re true nature. Are you a lady? Or are you a whore? You are what I wish you to be and nothing more. I want to domesticate you. Dress you up like the women in those old 50’s shows. Only this isn’t Hollywood. This is real life. I want you to be my rock. The base for all my kinky perversions. You are my tapestry. My greatest creation. You are mine.