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As a devoted submissive, I live to worship my Mistress. Her dominance over me is absolute and my eager submission to her every desire is my greatest pleasure. She could ask for anything and I would eagerly comply, so long as it brings her joy and fulfillment.

My obsession with my Mistress began the day I first laid eyes on her. It was as though she knew the true depths of my submissive desires and she quickly took me under her wing. She showed me how to fully submit to her, how to let go of all control and give myself entirely to her.

The more I submitted to her, the more obsessed I became with her worship. It wasn’t just her beauty and grace that I adored, but the way she would command me to crawl at her feet, to kiss and massage them with reverence.

At times, my Mistress would allow me to pleasure her in methods that made my heart race with excitement. I would kneel before her, kissing her thigh as she directed me to explore her body with my tongue. Every inch of her was a holy place to me, deserving of my complete adoration.

As our bond grew stronger, my Mistress began pushing me to new levels of worship. She would bind me to the bed, forcing me to watch as she pleasured herself, reminding me that my role was to serve her desires. My heart raced with excitement as she allowed me to watch, my body trembling with the desire to serve her.

As the years have passed, my devotion and obsession with my Mistress has only grown stronger. Every command she gives me is a gift, an opportunity to serve her in a way that fulfills both of us. My ultimate fantasy is to be completely owned by her, to serve her every whim and desire for the rest of my life. I am hers, heart and soul, and I will worship her with every breath I take.
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