He Is My Master and I am His Slave

Simple.  I have given myself to him. My body, my mind belong to him. I am content with him, happy. I don't get through the day without him invading my thoughts. I wonder what tasks he will give me. I fret over not completing them or doing a task incorrectly.

No one has ever had this effect over me. I am confident and in control at all times. He keeps me on my toes. And he doesn't accept 'sorry'. If he did, I would be saying sorry over and over again.

I wish to keep my Master happy at all times. I think if I chose not too, he would be very creative in his punishments. At this time, I would rather not find out;)

I have had a couple of Sirs, a Daddy, but he is my First Master. I am owned. I am his.

Dirty Little Pet...