I looked up into his eyes, he stared down back into mine.
I was kneeling before him, as I often did, and adoring his handsome form. He was my love, and I was his, and we had always been.
“Take it, slut.” he said, calm but commanding.
His words reminded me of my place in his life. I belonged to him. At this time we were not and could not be equals. Those words, though curt and offensive to most, were the words that embodied our love for each other. I would do all that he said, and love every moment of it.
“Yes…”
I would enjoy pleasing him, and being the best I could be, all for him.
”...master.”