My body craves to serve him…. My soul seeks to please him…. He is the one that controls my every thought….my every desire. My body is his canvas and as his hands paint across my skin and he pushes me past the zone of comfort, I give all with a trust that is uniquely his. With softly spoken commands, he demands my submission and I am all too eager to give him my obedience through the bowing of my back and the shivers that take through my veins….. Whether it is on my knees before him, taken his silky length into the warmth of my throat or tied to the bed where he can torture me with the slow seduction of his hands, mouth, or toys he chooses…..I am his. He gets all of me, mind….body….soul. Not one part belongs to me any longer nor does it belong to anyone other than him. He is my master….my daddy….my sir. I am his pet….his baby girl….his toy. And by the gods above there is no other place I wish to be….nothing more I wish to do….than to please my Dom..,.