You call me Your Goddess. Nobody else's goddess, only yours.

The highest of accolades. The name sliding like silk through your Irish lips sends shivers rippling across my skin.

You think you're the Submissive,

You think I'm the Dominant.

It's become the other way around, ''my bitch''.

My contentment is directly proportional to the amount of  your time you award me each day and each night.

You think you rely on me?

Think again.

For I am a terrible Dom; weak and flimsy.

I love you too much to wish to hurt you yet that is what you ask of me.

And I want the things that you want for yourself.

However, do you give me what I want?

How do I manipulate your heart into beating only for me?

Please love, teach me. For I shall yield to your every desire.