I have been thinking about you all day. Every time I look down at the words on my breasts, I get a warm little tingle deep within me. I feel so owned and this is exactly how I want to feel.
I can’t wait until I can kneel in front of you. I hope that when I look up at you, you can see the submission, love, and trust in my eyes. I hope that you’ll be able to see all the little pieces, every vulnerability, and know that you own me completely.
I can’t wait to feel your cock deep inside me – my mouth, my cunt, my ass. I can’t wait to feel your hand at my throat or twisted in my hair. The thought makes me instantly wet. I can’t wait to learn to gag on you and to be able to swallow your cum. I want to be your slut, your little fucktoy. I can’t wait to have your marks and bruises on my body. And then afterwards, I can’t wait to curl up in your arms. I can’t wait to nuzzle my face in your neck and whisper how much I love you.
I have adored every single moment of belonging to you and I look forward to every new day. It’s a struggle for me sometimes and I know my anxiety can get in the way – but, you have always been so patient and so understanding. You can make me feel like a mindless slut and you can make me feel like a truly loved human. I need and love that balance. For that, I promise that I will always try my hardest to complete any task or order you give to me.
Sometimes it scares me that I feel so much for you in such a short amount of time, but it has never felt so right as it does now with you. I never thought in a million years I would desire to be a slave to anyone, but I am very much your slave. I trust you and, despite what my anxiety tries to convince me, I know you will never harm or damage me. I know you will never hurt me beyond what I can handle. I know that the past is the past and you are not out to break me. I know that you love me as I love you.