Perfectly imperfect
There is a common goal among us
The aim for perfection
Some feel that they should be as perfect as they can be in the role that they play in their lives
The perfect mother, the perfect father, the perfect worker, the perfect player
Some think that their physique should be perfect
Working out in the fields, in the gym, for hours and hours on end
Others feel that those images that society projects on them is false, unrealistic, unsatisfactory
And aim for the reverse, the opposite of what society wants
Untouched becomes marked, inked, deformed
Clean becomes dirty, unsafe, unsound, soiled
Pleasure becomes pain, destructive, pervasive
Conscious becomes unconscious, numbed, diluted, polluted
Guided becomes unguided, drawn, led, taken, forced
Freedom becomes bound, constrained, restrained
What is right and what is wrong, you may ask
It is hard to say
Even I, who has played the game for so long, am taken for these thoughts
But there is purpose in my actions
And there is consent on both parties
Where nothing happens without it
There is mutual pleasure in what we do, for you as the receiver and for me as the taker, even if some of that pleasure does not comes from what your body feels but from what your mind fulfills
There is no one other than me that will judge what I do as to its righteousness or wrongness
In you, I will only judge if what you ask is what you truly want and that you are able to fulfill your part of that desire
From there, only one path is ahead of us
The path of Master and slave
With one chain connecting both parties until the end of the contract
There will not be the perfect scene at the end, filled with flowers, greens and the sunset at the back
Most likely it will be one of chaos, dirt, sweat and cum around us
But there will be a smile in both our faces
And that makes everything right
