What would it be like to have things be . . . simple? To have the words you ache to hear from my lips fall into your ears as I command you to do all the things that rise up inside you as naturally as breathing, anyway. What becomes of you when you get so deep into obedience, into surrender, into pleasure that melds with your deepest desires and your most natural instincts . . . could you ever escape? Or would it be so easy to slip back into this place with me, over and over again, this place that rises up from inside of you, inescapable simply because it's a vessel that pours out all your deep... Show more