you claim to be worthy? to deserve all I have to give?
Do you really think you can handle Me?
Can you submit? Fully? Without reservation?
Entrusting your care to Someone else?
How can you want The Collar, yet fear The Hand?
Desire the Fire, yet fear The Brand?
How can I possibly make you whole
When I don't have body, mind, and soul?
Would you cross a crowded room... on your knees?
Or debate the point - "Daddy, PLEASE?!?!?!?!"
I take My time when subs I choose
And I KNOW what I ask... I've worn those shoes!
I have shouldered the mantle, felt the wand,
Been pushed to My limits, and TRAINED beyond.
I've worried your worries, had your concerns
But I cannot teach when lessons are spurned
Consensual, safe, and sane
Second nature - name vs. Name
Trust and Comfort. Recitations.
Living within Daddy's limitations.
Stilled by a word, enraptured by a caress
Never giving less than your best
slut, strumpet, harlot, whore...
All these you'd be for Me - and more
At My feet would be your place
Whether or not it suited your taste
The same when in My presence as you are when not
Humbly accepting Discipline, even when your temper's running hot
A compliment to Daddy's Reign, 24/7/365
All of this... REQUIRED. imposters need NOT apply.