He is the epitome of supremacy. His every motion flows with confidence. His presence makes my knees weak, makes me melt into a puddle of delicacy. His riveting eyes stare deep into my soul. They search my mind, finding all of my secrets and I involuntarily pour them out to Him. He erases the hesitations that possess me, calms the fear that inhabits me. Although I have no alternatives, I could never find the power to say no. I find that the only words that can escape my lips are “yes Sir”. I love the way His hands slowly caress my face. The way they start searching my body, finding the sweet spot on my neck and suddenly gripping tight. It makes my heart race like a hummingbird’s wings. I love to watch Him, to listen to Him speak about the things He loves. The passion runs deep within His bones and I can’t help but smile as I feel His alluring energy drawing me in closer. I admire Him. With each day that passes I gain a stronger appreciation for my Master. He is knowledgable, eccentric, passionate, caring, appetizing, strong (mentally and physically), handsome, PERFECT. I acquiescently give up my will for servitude. My sole purpose is to please Him. I am grateful for the opportunity He has given me and I am forever in debt to Him for accepting me as His.