8 Years Of Belonging

Dearest Master,

Today, we’ve been together for eight full years.  Not in total but in title, as Master and slave.  It feels like only yesterday that you took off my metal choke chain and replaced it with that collar that meant that we both had found one major piece to our puzzle.  As I finger my permanent metal collar, I can think of no one else who I would rather have been collared so completely by.  You’ve captured a big part of my heart.  You’ve made me feel so fulfilled. 

I know that I have my days, Master.  I try to be your good kitty, but I know I’ve stumbled here and there.  Thank you for catching me.  Thank you for accepting me for who I am, including my flaws.  Thank you for looking past the many errors I’ve made and embracing me wholeheartedly. 

When I am by your feet – I feel at peace.  When I am doing as you please, I’m full of joy.  You know me better than I know myself;  my desires, my dreams, my fears, my body, my heart, my mind, all yours. 

Before I met you, I never knew what it was like to be happy.  Really, truly happy.  I’ve never known what it felt like to be loved unconditionally.  I’ve never known what it would be like to wake up, every day, and be so blissful, and so full of joy.  In other words: yours.

Thank you for keeping me.  Thank you for loving me.  Thank you for allowing me to love you back.  You are my sun, the brightest light in my life.  You are my strength, you lift me when I fall.  You are my joy, your happiness is my happiness.

Wholely, I love you.

Always and until the end of time,

Your kitty,

Your slave,

Your pet,

Your faete,

Your lover,

Your puzzle piece,

Your little.

Or simply: yours completely.

12 thoughts on “8 Years Of Belonging

  1. That was beautiful. Thank you.

    Meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to me. Having you accept my collar was a gift beyond compare. I love you, I love your service to me, I love being your master. I look forward to an eternity of putting your cuffs on when I put you away for the night.

    You are my favorite everything. πŸ˜‰

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