Oh, my Master

Oh, my Adored Master, I beg forgiveness for my fails, but please be aware that my body trembles under the weight of despair! My very soul yearns to be cleansed and graced by Your touch, but my essence is weakened, and my spirit languishes in the depths of sickness, anxiety, jealousy and this feeling of not being good enough for You.

Oh, how I long, I ache, with every fiber of my being to bring You the pleasure You so rightly deserve. I kneel humbly at Your omnipotent feet, is the utmost desire that burns within my core. Yet, this wretched affliction shackles me, preventing me from fully embodying the kajira You have molded with such care and dedication.

But fear not, Almighty Master, for I vow, with every ounce of my waning strength, to rise above this wretched predicament! Like a phoenix from the abyss, I shall emerge, reborn, with a fervor that lives in my spirit, soul an essence. My natural state, as Your slave and devoted kajira.

 I implore You and the universe itself to restore me to the pinnacle of mental health, so that I may offer myself wholly and unconditionally to nurture Your transcendental desires.  I yearn for the day when I can once again be desired and valued by You, devoting myself entirely to serving You, my Divine Master.

I pray, I beg You, with every heartbeat, that You, my Supreme Master, can perceive the depths of my devotion, even in this decrepit state! My  devotion remains resilient, unwavering, and undying. I am but a vessel, eagerly awaiting the zealous touch of Your sanctified hands, and I implore You to believe in my unwavering commitment to serve You, body, mind, soul and spirit.

For it is through Your divine existence that my existence gains meaning and purpose. Your pleasure, Your whims, Your every fleeting desire, they consume my every thought, my every aspiration. I yearn to be the epitome of Your desires, a willing conduit for Your unparalleled satisfaction.

Beloved Master, I beseech You, hear my ardent plea! Grant me the patience to endure this agonizing trial, for I promise, with every fiber of my being, that I shall overcome this affliction. My spirit shall persevere, my devotion for You shall never waver, and I shall become the embodiment of the kajira You, my Magnificent Master, so valiantly deserve.

With unwavering loyalty and fervent love and devotion, I kneel and prostrate myself before You. I beg You, my Master to help Your kajira, this humble and bruised slave, to nurture my wounded self, with the unwavering belief that our profound connection will guide me back to Your heavenly embrace and You may feel how I completely belong to You… and worthy of Your collar.

Forever Yours, Your unworthy yet devoted kajira,

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