I like rules. I always have. All throughout school, the teachers and professors I had the greatest respect for were the most disciplined and did not allow any nonsense. Once I left university and embarked on the real world I pursued careers in organizations where my supervisor was predominantly dominant and generally, male. I took comfort in a strong commanding voice that would guide me, educate me and allow me the ability to gain knowledge in order to further my career all while keeping me restrained in discipline.

I feel free within my confines of instructions and expectations and although I might question or try to push past the boundaries placed upon me I only do so to ensure the stability I so desire. Each time, (and it is becoming less), that I do not obey Masters orders or say "no" to Master I know what I am asking for is reassurance - the safety hammock that reminds me I am owned.

Master provides me with a plethora of expectations and although in the beginning I fought each of them, struggling with the idea that should I obey his rules of asking what to wear and what to eat and when and how I am permitted to entertain with friends, with time I have come to value his rules, knowing my obedience in following through demonstrates not only my ownership but my love for Master.

Never have I thought Masters restrictions were ridiculous, they stem from ensuring his property is well taken care of, well nourished and loved. Still, as rational as I am about understanding where his commands come from I do test them from time to time, wanting to feel Masters strength, his stern all encompassing words that mentally devour me, frighten me and ignite my place in his world.

I am fortunate to have a Master who continues to express patience with me, who knows the limitations in a day when life interjects its' little realities; however, as of late I have been feeling a desire to need more restrictions, more structure, tighter rules of ribbon lacing over my wrists, wrapping down my torso, capturing me entirely ensuring I never forget I am property.

~His. Always.

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