I gazed at the image of the dominatrix with three male subs. I would never be able to do what she could do. I ran my fingertips over the leather collar embracing my small neck. He owned me- body and soul. Owning another has never held interest for me. I enjoy being owned. The feel of someone having control over my body, His control. The power, the sacrifice of myself to his care.
As the woman stared down at me, I touched myself as Master demanded. Rubbing until my fingers coated in want...staring at a woman and thinking of Him.
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