Under The Whip

For Master Calvin and Master Damon

I bow my head to the Ones who own me,
Master Calvin, steady as the earth beneath me,
Master Damon, fierce as the flame that warms me.
In their Dominance, I find peace.
In their control, I find freedom.
In their love, I am undone, and remade.
This body is theirs.
This heart, theirs to guide.
My breath, my softness, my silence,
each laid humbly at their feet.
I do not serve for reward.
I serve because it is my truth.
I serve because in surrender, I am most whole.
When they are weary, I remain steady.
When they are distant, I remain near in spirit.
When the world asks too much of them,
let them find quiet refuge in the loyalty of my soul.
I am the property of my Masters.
Not by force, but by the gravity of love.
Not in fear, but in the freedom of chosen devotion.
May every task I complete be a kiss upon their legacy.
May every breath I take be a whisper of, I am Yours.
Let them feel my love even in silence.
Let them sense my submission even in stillness.
Let them know: I belong to them, now and always.
To my Masters Calvin and Damon, I offer all that I am.
I kneel, not in weakness, but in joy.
For to be Yours is not a burden,
It is my becoming.
So it is spoken. So it is true.
I am Yours.
With all that I am, and all I ever hope to be, Forever.