ALWAYS HIS

ALWAYS YOURS MASTER

I don't need to get lost in my perversions or my fetishes.

It's not necessary at this point to weigh how much and how, or even if everything we gave was real or not. We both know it was.

Yesterday my body refused, my desire couldn't overcome my physical limitations. Accepting it wasn't easy, telling my master was like laying my soul bare.

Depriving him of my submission, depriving myself of his possession. Having to leave everything in the hands of fate, just waiting for time to allow us to live the moments that united us for so long, divided into eternal hours, into days of surrender and sincerity.

It was hard for me to take that step. My mind had been warning me for a while, but I wasn't listening.

I felt like the silence of a question cut through my confession, tearing it apart across the distance. Why? What's happening?

We saw our entire world come crashing down, crumbling like a house of cards destroyed in seconds by a hurricane.

In silence and without warning, something we built day by day over the last nine years disappeared, without permission, erased from the script. It was as if our story had never existed.

I felt so down, so lost. What now?

The engine that drove my secret life came to a halt. The fuel that fed it turned into emptiness, evaporated. Everything and nothing.

Reality imposed itself on my desires, I tried to force it but couldn't, it dominated me with its cruel truth. What I felt made no sense. I would have to give in.

Now our paradise was threatened, every crack in our world shattered like glass.

Was this really the end? Like that, without more?

So radical? Without being able to process it?

The night was long, sleep didn't come. I went over the memories of these years, everything that united us and shaped us.

Those memories that come back from our secret surrender and our moments of lust. We relived everything good and not so good, all of it made us one. MASTER and servant in communion. In symbiosis.

How easy it all was, MASTER, how lucky we were, how grateful for it. We put in what was necessary on our part. Without forcing anything. Everything flowed.

Without deceit or worldly ties.

Long night, restless sleep.

The early morning came soon. The cold coffee.

The dawn was late, said Miguel in his elegy.

Everything was still so dark.

The morning brought light finally.

A call, a "don't worry, it will dawn again." I feel you're mine today more than ever, dog.

I'll never hold you against your will, but I'll never let you go because that's how it is.

Your will serves me in this moment, just like your presence in others, slave.

Clarity dispelled doubts, my master's sincerity imposed itself as law again. Thank you, MASTER.

You'll never stop being mine, I'll never sto...