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“She is beauty. She is soul. She is torture. She is gold.

She is mystery. She is intrigue. She is depth. She is freed.

She is desire. She is lust. She is honesty. She is trust.

She is heaven. She is hell. She is exotic. She is a spell.

She is fire. She is wine. She is drugs. She is MINE!”

- Master Knox

“Her laughter is infectious and intoxicating. It radiates through my exterior, long since made cold by the world. Piercing my darkest shadows, shedding the light of her healing on my troubled soul. It brings warmth, like the soft glow from a winter fire. It is my medicine, an intimate concoction of all things yearned for. Addictive, with the power of a narcotic grade cigarette. I crave it, and I haven’t even heard it yet.”

- Master Knox

“It’s been a long weekend at work pretty baby. I really just want to fuck you in to the mattress like I don’t even know your name.”

- Master Knox

“Her style of class mixed with teasing leaves my mouth watering and my imagination grinning devilishly. No one can catch my attention like her. One little strap perfectly placed drives me mad with aching need. I must have her.”

- Master Knox

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“Such a shame you’ve deactivated your blog. If you ever do see this, if you do come back, thank you for the lovely submission.”

- Master Knox

“Her submission is an exchange of a great many things. Power being one of them. I now have the power of her willingness to eagerly do anything I need her to do to please me. Her power is limitless. She now has the power to make me kill for her. She is safe. Forever. From anything. From anyone.”

- Master Knox

“I love watching you peel off my preferred print to proudly display my dearest delicacy. I’m going to destroy that fragile little frame and devour the trembling mess left behind. Your scrumptious offering is food for my insatiable soul. I told you Princess, polka dots will get you in to trouble.”

My Polka Dot Princess

- Master Knox

“I crave the way your body screams for me. Every twitch, every spasm, every shudder. Physical music to the senses of my touch. Your body becomes an orchestra. My hands, your Conductor. My mouth, your Maestro. Let me see that phenomenal frame sing little baby. Play my favorite tune.”

Your Music Makes Me High

- Master Knox

“Watching her tremble with anticipation while I slowly work my way around the room. Certain to let her hear where I am but keeping her clueless as to what I’m doing, or what I have in store for her. Listening to the pace of her breathing ramp up as the minutes go by. Feeling the tension thicken. Tasting the air as it fills with her apprehension and lust. They often say the best things come to those who wait. I say, the best thing can often be, watching her wait.”

- Master Knox

“Getting lost with you actually feels like being found.”

- Master Knox