You are mine
When someone says these words to a submissive they go in very deeply. It is not something to be said lightly. It is not something that can be taken back very easily. It is not a small thing.
If I belong to you I deserve to be thought about, not just on a whim or because of your mood but in a calm, ordered, planned and rational way. I will notice that you have noticed both the small things and the big things in my life. I will notice that you have paid attention to apparently throw-away lines from me, that you have considered my responses to questions and situations even from others. That you think about me when we are apart.
It matters to me that I matter to you. That you will care enough for me to want good things for me in all aspects of my life and to provide help and advice when I need it. That aftercare is a privilege and not a chore for you. That you will stroke my hair as well as pull it and will never give me the silent treatment.
My need to be used goes very deep within me which renders me vulnerable. I am in your hands both metaphorically and physically. This is a most essential part of me, given to you freely in order that I meet myself. Our mutual satisfaction of this need is a place with no barriers, no roles, no language. Just you and me.
You are all around me. Wrapped like a blanket is your protection of me. It makes me strong when I feel weak. Reminds me of myself when I feel overwhelmed. Connects me to my breath by withholding and releasing it.
A suggestion. A request. A guiding hand under an elbow. A reminder. A joke at a tense time. A virtual choke chain. A positive outlook. A willing student.
I am proud.
You celebrate my successes. They are no loss to you and I love to make you proud. It delights me and this process facilitates my growth. Making you proud is my cornerstone, my touchpoint, my compass, my desire. I am yours, every pore, just that.
Thank you Master, your eye x