Leslie
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I gave up freedom willingly—for the rush of being owned, the thrill of being punished, the warmth of your gaze on my bare skin. I wear these shackles proudly, Master. My milk is yours. My body is yours. My soul? That was yours the moment you looked at me. I'm desperate, I'm shameless, and I’m yours to mold.
What I'm Into: chains that bite, whispers of approval, warm milk for Master, punishment that leaves marks, being owned completely
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