Mine (RachelXRabbit)

Mine. My precious boy. Silky skin. Uncertain eyes. So lost.

I saved you, dear boy. I saved you. Not from the Red Room. I saved you from yourself.

From the uncertainty of running your own life (badly.)

From making your own decisions (the wrong decisions.)

From the agony of too much free will (you wouldn't know what to do with it.)

And we're happy, aren't we? Most of the time. At least when you do what I say.

Yes sometimes you step out of line and I have to punish you. But you enjoy being punished, don't you? Even on the rare occasions you don't, it's necessary.

And the sex is good. If it wasn't for me, you'd still be plugging away in bland vanilla encounters. Even as I tied your hands, I freed your inhibitions.

How simple it must be to submit to me. I lay out your clothes. I dictate your day. I punish you when you fail your tasks. How effortless. No decisions. No stress. How easy it is to obey.

How difficult it is to lead. No wonder I lose my temper at times. No wonder I lash out. The stress I suffer – you wouldn't understand. How could you?

Everything is so simple for you, my love.

And I'm sorry afterwards. Really I am. I don't want to hurt you unless you want me to. Or unless I have to remind you of your place. Lashing out in temper is...counter-productive.

Apologize? Of course I can't apologize. That's not who I am. And it's not who you want me to be. Instead, I let you lay your head in my lap. Gently I stroke the slap mark on your cheek. I accept your promises not to do it again, to do better in future.

And I promise myself I won't lash out again. And I don't.

Until next time.