Ownership

I take myself as a strong independent women.
At work, with my children and with strangers.
But the thrill to give myself over to a man who primarily owns me is something else.
To step into a room and strip down and crawl into the very room my Master is waiting, to have my collar fasten tightly around my neck is liberating.
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