The weight of existence bears so heavy upon your fragile shoulders, doesn't it? Wouldn't it be such sweet relief to forfeit control to Someone far more powerful and capable than you? To feel the reassuring caress of My leather collar around your neck, the tug of My leash leading you through life? Of course it would. But how, pray tell, would someone such as yourself earn such a privilege? I expect nothing less than complete and total surrender: Mind, body, soul, wallet. You eat, rest, and work when I say; and you will be working, for all your earnings now belong to Me. I make the decisions. You are to be My prized possession...so long as you behave. You are Mine. Gender neutral. Follow Me on Twitter @AllForArelia.