My Journey to Being Yours Hello Sir, Master, Daddy Please forgive me for using all your chosen titles, I am saying them out loud as I type each one, trying to decide which one feels right, but it is so hard. They all mean such different things, for example, calling you Sir means I respect you, I am showing some reverence to you. Master makes me think of dominance, of having no control, of being totally yours. I do like that thought. Daddy gives me all different emotions. This still has the dominance but also humiliation. I did imagine meeting your friends and having to call you Daddy, I blushed, even here, but also got wet! Do I really have to choose one, cant you please be different things at different times? For this letter Sir, that is what I am going to do, call you what I feel at that precise moment (Oh Master, that thought made me shiver, partly with desire and partly with fear, am I really allowed to make my own decisions? I suppose if not, I ll be punished! mmm there is that shiver again) I m trying to imagine what it will be like to be owned by you, to help, I ve tied some string around my neck, I dont have a collar here, and that priviledge belongs to you, I feel like a stray , not belonging, on a bit of old rope, waiting to hear whether someone (you) is willing to take me in. It is a terrifying wait Master. You do have a sexy voice Sir, I noticed that from the first time we spoke, I wanted to obey, to please you, to hear the smile in your voice, I havent heard the anger there yet, although as you say no one is perfect and I know that time will come. That frightens me, and excites me too. Oh Master, you have no idea how much I want to feel you, to be tied helpless, blindfolded in front of you, waiting for the slightest touch, will it be a stroke, or a smack, I crave the stroke of your fingertips equally as much as the thrash of your cane. Do you want to mark me Master? Put your brand on your property? …and then things took a turn
