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Those with true dedication and respect for the one they
worship readily submit themselves at any moments notice.
Be it to any task expected, or to repent for their wicked ways.
Serenity is no different, and frequently drowns herself in her
daily repentance for how shamefully she desires the man
she holds dear to her heart.
Knowing how pitiful her appearance is when her passions grow
too high to contain, she exposes the flooded gates that dwell
at the entrance of her lord's personal Valhalla.
Waiting for him to force her open with his sizeable girth, she
gives him any and everything he requests to coerce her lover
into helping alleviate her burning sense of need.
No matter how low the task, Serenity, with all her world shattering
power, surrenders it totally and drops to her knees in the blink of
an eye when told.
Forced to beg for that which she craves, like a true God her Master
knows how to string her along, to give her tiny glimpses and tastes
of paradise, and holding back the ultimate reward until he is ready.
To make her plead and beg until but a mere animal writhing in the
hellfires of her own lust, he edges her to the brink of madness, so
that he may fully enjoy destroying any semblance of her morality.
Undignified, unrestrained, if she desires to be his disciple, the man
she worships expects nothing but the best, and Serenity will reduce
herself to whatever he desires, just to be filled with his blessing.