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Why I Give Myself Away

Author: Katelynn Dastardly

Filed in: submission, desire, longing, offering, submit

To give myself to you,

Wholly, fully, completely,

This is the goal.

Why do I want to let you be the one in charge of me,

Instead of being the one in charge?


Oh, to be free,

The release,

The pleasure when you feel me submit,

When you take pride in me,

When you call me Slutlynn.


Yes, I know there are many who think I must be crazy,

I have not gone without the sting of words, of looks, of loss

Because of this.

But you,

And all that you make me,

All that I become in your loving hands,

Is so much more powerful,


And yes, necessary,

Than the approval of a friend.

Anyone who does not accept me for what I am

Is no friend to me.


What I become in your loving hands….

Oh, the growth! The new heights,

The intensity of emotion and sensation,


This is what I live for,

What I crave,

What fills the gaping hole inside me.


I know not what makes me what I am,

Only that I am what I am,

And no one can take that away from me,

Nor what comes with it,

The growth,

The exploration,

The delight,

The delectable sensations.


Torment, torture, tease –

Do what you will to me,

For I am yours,

My body, my mind, my heart, my soul

All your possessions,

To shape and mold.


I am not perfect

And when I fuck up

I will suffer the consequences at your hands

Knowing fully

That every punishment

Carries with it pleasure,



As I learn in ways I never thought possible,

How to be yours,

And in that,

How to stand firmly,



On my own two feet,

But still,

In my mind,

Kneeling before you,

Always tethered, shackled, chained

To you

And your truths.


For this,

This my passion,

This my pleasure,

This my peak,

Can only make me whole,






You make me what I am,

I feel more real and satisfied every day,

In your touch,

Under your gaze,

Putty in your hands,

I give myself to you..

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