This girl.

My girl.

She is mine.

I am hers.

A more perfect match has never been made.
We are connected in more ways than there are spaces on this page.
There are so many things about her that I love.

She understands me, listens intently; she obeys me … hmmm, almost always.

She is clever… extremely so … and finds ways to remind me of that, even unintentionally. I find her intelligence pulls me ever closer to her, and I feed from it.

She is beautiful.

She has the most perfect nose.

She tastes delicious … everywhere.

She wears jewelry in private places that have been passed through her skin for me ... and my pleasure. She is so lovely. I never tire of seeing her decorated body, admiring her adornments, knowing she wears them for me.

She accepts her place as my submissive with joy. My dominance, without her joy, would be empty and hollow. I treasure her true submission, as it is the greatest gift I have ever received. Gifts of submission and dominance have been cemented by promises we exchanged when she accepted my collar. She wears it as a symbol 24/7. It looks perfect on her … like it was always meant to be there. And yet there is still more to this girl. …

She, the perfect bottom, has a darker side. A sadistic streak than runs closer to the surface than She likes to admit. A side She did not even know existed until She became mine. She manages to scare me with her confident, skilled and elegantly creative Dominance that i only let out on special occasions. i am in love with this side of Her too.

She is more than my perfect toy.

She is my friend, my trusted advisor, my loyal supporter.

She is my lover.

She is my love.

She is mine.

I am hers.