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Enigma

We didn't call them rules. They were

rituals Silent signs, poses, glances .
Everything had meaning Everything was part of
,
.
,
a single scenario The lived by
,
worl
.
d K i g d o m L o s t
its own logic where the carpet was a throne ,
n
body object, and the Mistress's gaze could be
,
,
both fire and cold
I was almost always in heels Black
,
.
Leather, short skirt, whip in my hands or
.
,
just confidence in my gait In front of me
,
bodies Someone was crawling, someone was trembling,
.
someone - , - , -
.
burning with the desire to be noticed Sometimes it
was chaos intertwining leather .

belts rings locks poses cells Sometimes .
,
,
,
,
perfect order when everything froze
as soon as I sat on the throne ,
,
My friends bustled around me, watching
.
,
guests, sometimes newcomers Slaves in collars
closely watched my every move
,
.
Some knelt Some performed .
orders Someone just dreamed of being
.
-
-
.
called to the feet
-
People changed places masks
.
avatars But the meaning remained service
,
,
attention scene And in all this : . ,
I am not
.
.
,

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