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YOUR TONGUE IS MINE - FEMDOM OWNERSHIP of Men

Updated: Aug 5

O, the etiquette when approaching your desired mistress...

First of all, the operative word, or lack there of, is "your".

This is a hard one to break, as men are - either through instinct or imprinting- self centered children who are fixated on women through encapsulation, possession, and self amusement.


So the first thing to do, is rephrase this entire construct without the "your" in its traditional sense. This is not a "your" of owning, but instead a "your" of dedicated fealty and attachment to your mistress. It's not a possessive pronoun, no...it's an attributive descriptor. So get this "your" straight. you don't own anything if you have a Mistress, Goddess, or Princess, and most especially not if you have a Domina. you are here only in presence, and the very clothes worn into this chamber are nothing but by the grace of Her will. If she desired, she could snap those long slender fingers, and you'd be stripped at once, with nothing but the skin you're in, which is also her property to tease, tickle, or mercilessly torment at pleasure of her whim or your best interests, whatever seems more moving to her and her alone. In this case, "your" skin, "your" appendages, "your tongue", and "your" hole, is defined by proximity. In every sense, they are all HERS. The only use of this pronoun, is to distinguish them as the ones you walked in with. This is really HER tongue, that you will be applying to HER TOES. Though it’s attached to you, it’s her property. And you shall do with it as SHE desires.


As SHE desires…..As SHE desires…. That’s the mantra you shall make solemn and holy to that tongue that belongs to HER. SHE is “your” owner, and you are HER property.


YOUR TONGUE IS MINE!


 
 
 

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