The heavy hand on my small shoulder,
The soft caress on my blushing cheek.
The comforting mercy with which you reward me.
Master, your love is endless. It surrounds me, keeps me safe.

When I ache for your presence I recall the adoration in your dark eyes
as you punish me.

The rough grip on my neck,
The dominant display upon me.
How the searing pain and exquisite torture bind our souls forever more.
Trust, love, respect, my body, my soul, my life for my Master.

When age overcomes me,
And my beauty lies within the scars and bruises of my slowly mutilated
form,
I will bear children for my Master. Make his home, bring him comfort,
Let him take pride in what he has created of me as I raise our children
with tenderness and understanding.

I will love and serve you on handed knee, my Master.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Glacian, in the year 384 AF.