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Complete, First published Mar 19, 2019
Mature
"I want to be trained" These words are wonderful and exciting to hear. They show desire, they promise fun, and they speak of trust and honor. But what does it mean to Me to train a submissive? It is far more than instructing a girl on My expectations, or making her a good "generic slave" (there being no such thing). It is also never a one-way flow of information or learning. Whether submissive or Dominant we all need to come to terms with what we like, why we like it, what it means about us, what it means about our partners and what it will mean for our relationships
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