When I wake, I want to hear you getting my smoothie ready for me. Bringing me my morning vitamins. I want you on your knees for me, in the positions I’ve taught you, wearing your collar, and available for my cock if I so desire. I want to see you do it exactly the right way, with grace and excellence, and love in your heart.
Why? Because it’s sexy? Yes that’s true, I do find it sexy... the idea of my loyal fuck doll available for me at a whim. If my morning wood finds itself buried in you that does sound lovely... but that’s not it.
Do I want it because it’s convenient and meets my need for service? Well, yes that is nice. I do desire excellence from my slave, for her to serve me well and facilitate our lives together. I take pride in seeing the high quality of your attention... but no that’s not it either.
Is it hunger for control? To know that I’ve infiltrated your life and mind so deeply that you’ll obey me without a second thought? To know how thoroughly well fucked and owned you are? To feel just how deep inside you I am? Well, I do hunger deeply for this... but no that’s not it...
Each and every morning I wake up I can be the Master that I am, or I can be the many other versions of me I’ve been before in other lives within this life. I want your submission each morning to inspire me and remind me to live from that beautiful depth of my being, that longs for all of the levels mentioned above and more. Like a quantum state sparked into existence, you’re submission empowers and emboldens my Mastery. I want to be reminded of how valuable W/we are.
This is what ritual brings into my life. What it means to follow a path, and do it again and again. To see you bend to my love, and then when I wake one day from a dream that has taken me somewhere else, to see you still in the shape of my love, to remind me to come home to you... this is what it means to me to own you.