I anxiously await the collar around my neck, Goddess Peyton, and the leash You will hold in Your hands. I sit at Your feet, Your feet playfully nudging and pushing my genitals. I am told next to kneel. You command me to look into Your eyes as You explain the new life You have fashioned for me: complete submission to You, Your control is total, dictating my activities, and taking ownership of my finances.
You seductively alternate Your fingers in and out of my mouth as I kiss and suck them. So needy, free of shame, dignity and will given up as offerings at the Altar of Peyton. It is a private world, solely constructed by You, and I am home. Safe and protected under Your spell. I am apprehensive as You reach for the strap-on, but I will do as I am told.
(A good Boy)