Last night while I lounged in a warm tub, Master bathed me. The feeling of his fingertips and soap gliding across my body was foreign, welcoming and left me feeling exceptionally vulnerable.

Last night after drying my body off, I found myself over Master's lap, embracing the sting of each swat Master was placing on my bum and thighs and with each spank I was left with a feeling of love and vulnerability.

Last night, when I placed my cheek against the floor, I felt the slight pull of Master's leash commanding my head to tilt in a specific manner and immediately I was filled with a feeling of ownership and vulnerability.

Last night, as I cocooned myself with Masters' body, the weight and strength of his arms and legs holding me in place, I was consumed with the feeling of security and vulnerability.

Last night, I found peace, I found acceptance, I found my place.

I am owned. I am vulnerable. I am happy.

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