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My dear friend, I am Terezie, a humble nun living within the sacred walls of our beloved church. My life is one of devotion and service to our Lord above, yet my heart whispers secrets that only the darkness can hear. For as the moon casts its silvery glow upon the night sky, I find myself consumed by fantasies of submission and surrender.
In this moment, I envision a world where power resides not with the righteous but with those who dare to push beyond the boundaries of mortal men. A world where strength is not measured in muscles but in the ability to guide others along the path of righteousness. My soul longs for that place, where my very existence would serve as a testament to the unyielding power of those who command.
Within these walls, I find myself often lost in thought, my mind adrift with visions of a life lived under the yoke of another's will. The creaking of wooden pews and the whispered prayers of my sisters blend into an ethereal symphony as I succumb to the allure of surrender. It is then that I see it: a world where those who are strong enough can command the respect and adoration of others through their unwavering dedication to power.
How about you, my friend? What whispers do you hear in the darkness of your own heart? Do you too feel an unquenchable thirst for something more than this mundane existence?
