Thanks you’s and testimonials

On occasion, I receive “thank-you’s”, requests to serve and be trained, and sometimes a testimonial. They are all pleasing to read. Here are but a handful of the many I have received. We are very big on paperwork here in the OSS.
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This little sweetheart, was a dog trainer from Los Angeles, who is now married, and I was in her ceremony, and later that night, Gave her away to her now Husband/Master, much to my delight and happiness. I love happy endings, and rituals, but most of all I love grace and respect.

Here was her simple heated thank you note, I was very flattered. Blushing even.

Dear Sir,
Thank you
For the teddy bear
For the pain
For the training
For the come
For the kisses
For the kindness
For the love
For the caning
For you being exactly who you are

And yes, I mean every word!

Your devoted little slave girl,
Z
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The following was Received from a cherished submissive, one of the loveliest I have ever trained, now living in NYC

“Sir,

I know you asked for only one thing, but can I send it in parts? It is perhaps bending the rules a little, but I am a devious minx sometimes. It’s just that, to send you only one thing, I must make it perfect. And because I only have small windows of time to steal for this, I can only create a small piece at a time.

So here is Part 1

I am standing before him. I am fully clothed, he hasn’t touched me, but my body is as flushed and weak as if I had run to him. I grasp at composure, and miss by a mile. After so much anticipation, my imagination creating and recreating this interaction in every spare moment of my life, actually standing so close to him is terrifying. The bottomless chasm of possibility yawns at my feet and he is looking at me, daring me to take just one more step. Can he see that I am trembling, that my breath catches in my throat, that between my legs I am already so wet that I can feel the slickness on my bare thighs and the thin material of my skirt. I want to hide from him, hide my vulnerability and my desire and my shame. But I cannot. He sees me, and if I take just one more step he will take me, own me, break me.

I do not want this. I do not want to tell him that his words, just his voice on the telephone when he said, you need a daddy, the way he held me in his own certainty, made me want to curl up and cry. I do not want these old wounds revealed, my aching, starving need laid bare, stripped down, spread open, and manhandled. I want to stay locked in this safe little box where I am just a good little girl with no growling, howling lust, no bloodied screaming pain, no animal inside.

But when he says to me, “I need to hear you say yes,” I do not think at all. I say yes.

And I step forward and I fall”
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This is from a from a cherished submissive, one of the loveliest I have ever trained, now living in NYC

Sir,

I know you asked for only one thing, but can I send it in parts? It is perhaps bending the rules a little, but I am a devious minx sometimes. It's just that, to send you only one thing, I must make it perfect. And because I only have small windows of time to steal for this, I can only create a small piece at a time.

So here is Part 1

I am standing before him. I am fully clothed, he hasn't touched me, but my body is as flushed and weak as if I had run to him. I grasp at composure, and miss by a mile. After so much anticipation, my imagination creating and recreating this interaction in every spare moment of my life, actually standing so close to him is terrifying. The bottomless chasm of possibility yawns at my feet and he is looking at me, daring me to take just one more step. Can he see that I am trembling, that my breath catches in my throat, that between my legs I am already so wet that I can feel the slickness on my bare thighs and the thin material of my skirt. I want to hide from him, hide my vulnerability and my desire and my shame. But I cannot. He sees me, and if I take just one more step he will take me, own me, break me.

I do not want this. I do not want to tell him that his words, just his voice on the telephone when he said, you need a daddy, the way he held me in his own certainty, made me want to curl up and cry. I do not want these old wounds revealed, my aching, starving need laid bare, stripped down, spread open, and manhandled. I want to stay locked in this safe little box where I am just a good little girl with no growling, howling lust, no bloodied screaming pain, no animal inside.

But when he says to me, "I need to hear you say yes," I do not think at all. I say yes.

And I step forward and I fall.
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This comes from a dear girl in Calgary, Canada, who elected to be my slave as opposed to my submissive, who was new to all this but showed an extraordinary ability for fast learning and aptitude for memorization that bordered on the supernatural. She was 19 at the time of this letter, and we are still very close, though distant. I met her while working in Canada at a cafe. Never underestimate cafe conversation. this was her formal request to be trained by me.

"Master,
Please allow me to serve you, my dearest. Allow me to kill my selfishness at your feet.
Please, most gracious sir, teach me your ways for me and how to be a doting, perfect slave for you. Point out my flaws and break me. Make me work for you and then take everything away. Give me too much and then give me nothing at all. Please, break me down to complete submission and do with me as you please. Make me do to you whatever you want me to do.
No one else is like you, Master. No one has those eyes and your power. I apologize for my former actions, and my disrespect of you.

Please tie me up and use me like a helpless dog. Make my skin red until I learn my lessons. I will lick you everywhere whenever you say, and know how to kneel for you, beg you, be your doll, and dress as you wish. Teach me what I do wrong, please, and make me yours. Mold me into your ideal image, if I can come close to it at all. My body is yours. Every part of me is yours, at all times.
I will be your secret, slutty baby doll, here at your service and ready to please, Master. I am requesting for you to take me and break me for your own sake. None of this is about me, it is about your pleasure and I await your call.

I know that this letter was supposed to be accompanied by a picture, but I do not have lipstick and I am extremely scared of cameras in general and sending pictures on the internet. I apologize, Master, please tell me what to do. I do not know how to take the right pictures and I feel awful when I do it wrong. Please understand how sorry I am to disappoint you and I know that I must resolve this for you.
Here to serve and obey you, your servant girl, Bamboo"
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As I said, these are but a few, of the lovely, and beautiful gifts I receive from submissives who train with me, and I consider myself eternally blessed to have engaged them in such a deep and meaningful way.

Love,

Domino.

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