Are you a slave? He asked.
Yes, I have a Master
I am owned
I obey him
He does not need to ask permission
He can take what he wants when he wants
He can give me to others, punish me at will
Whatever he wants
Whenever he wants
But I have choice
I choose every day
There is no coercion
There is no physical tie binding us
He does not feed me
He does not house me
He does not clothe me
He can not hurt my children
I do not wake in his bed, although I wish I did
Every day I wake and I go to him
I rise
I walk
I consciously decide to go to him
To give myself, again, to him
I choose this
I want to give myself to him
I want to hand over my free will
I want to give him responsibility for me
I want to follow him, to do as he tells me
I see him
He commands me
And the warmth comes over me
Like a blanket
Ease from worry
Ease from shame
Ease from concern
I am his
And he will provide
He looks at me
Holds up his hand, like a blessing
And reaches deep into me
No preamble
No dance
No back and forth
He knows I am his
He can take me, claim me
I see his face
I respond
The pleasure welling up inside me
Cresting
The warmth of his touch
I am his
So, yes I am a slave
I choose this
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