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Mar 25
We were lying in bed one day, naked
He asked me why I submit to Him, I smiled.
Why out of everyone I’ve met, everyone I’ve played with, and everyone I’ve ******, why did I decide to submit to Him.


The truth of the matter is You don’t choose, I had no choice in the matter.  I've been trained from the time I was born to serve. It is second nature to me. I’ve served, and I enjoy it. Serving Him is different. I do it because I’m obligated.  I do it because it pleases Him. He is my Sir.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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