I met a goddess outside my garden. She smiled at me, pulled me by my hair, and with a silken voice, whispered her name, 'Madness.'

Then she touched me, kissed me, and stroked me gently with her palms. I allowed myself to be embraced in her arms. She looked at me with burning eyes, and she asked me to become her sub.

How could I refuse such a behest from such an alluring mistress?

So I kneeled, kissed her feet, and gladly offered my restless mind and my trembling body for her to please and serve, to guess, and to obey all her requests.
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