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You walk towards me with spiked heels of black leather, so like their Owner, well-versed in the ways of pain. The only witnesses to my subservient bow; humility taught, as those heels push me down. Sagaciously, You reign, guiding me to forbidden pleasure. You understand me, my Mistress. Oh! How goddesses weep for the adoration bestowed upon You, Mistress. But who could see You, wrapped in leather, and not find pleasure? Who would not crave Your touch, delicately laced in pain? i know my place and keep my eyes down in remembrance to the reason it is i who bow. i will rejoice!  You have commanded me to bow; i have just been grace