'Daddy' echoes in my mind whenever I think of him. He is my lover, my protector, my all.
Would I give my life for him? Get me in the right headspace and it's possible. I can't help but feel drawn towards serving him. Everything about him demands it, draws it out of me, and inspires me.
He doesn't actively dominate me all the time, still I feel dominated.
He is my Owner, my Master, and I am his.
