In the quiet comfort of his arms, I know I am His. When he reminds me who I am, I know I am His. When I feel rattled and he centers me, I know I am His. When I struggle and he teaches me things I needed to learn, I know I am His. When he values me, hears what I have to say, as he cherishes me, I know I am His. When he tops me, calls me out when I am being a brat, or knows what I need to hear, I know I am His. When I hear his voice and my body instantly reacts to the things he says without any physical touch, I know I am His. When he allows me to open up my entire being, body, mind, heart, and soul, unapologetically, unabashedly, in their most uninhibited forms of expression, I know I am His. When he tells me he would never let me go, I believe him, and I know I am His. When he fills me up with his love, I come alive, I feel safe, I feel enslaved, and I know I am His. I am cherishing this journey. Every single minute of it. I am taking nothing for granted. I am filled with gratitude to have finally met my superior, my Master, my owner, my controller, my friend, my laughter, my peace, my home, my safe harbor, someone who envelopes me with his protection, care, strength, love, lust, passion, and discipline, daily. I slip a little deeper into submission everyday and I know if we go on like this, I would soon be at the point of no return. Or perhaps I already am. I am so completely fucked.
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