I See the Parts You Hide

Would you kneel, right now, if I asked?
Would you whisper my name with your forehead to the floor, your cock untouched, your breath shallow?
Would you thank me for your ache?
Would you hold still while I look inside you; not at your body, but at the parts you hide from the world?

Because I will see you.
And I won’t look away.

I’ll see the shame you carry like an heirloom.
The longing you hide behind logic.
The impulse to be good… and the deeper need to be guided, held, and mastered.

Because, you don’t just want my attention.
You want to be claimed.
To be chosen and shaped.
You want my discipline, my direction, my design.
And the part of you that pretends you don’t?
That’s the part I’ll train first.

I want you to listen to me now.
This is not about breaking you.
I am not here to destroy.

I am here to witness you.
To name the hunger no one else has dared to touch.
To make art from your obedience.
And when the ritual ends,
And your head rests in my lap and the weight you’ve carried begins to spill, silent and unseen
I will hold your face in my hands,
and whisper,
"Good boy. You were never too much for me."

Now…
Breathe.
And tell me-
Are you ready to be seen?

Elara xx

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