The quiet of my apartment feels different tonight. It is heavier, warmer, filled with the awareness that nothing exists for me beyond MasterV's presence, beyond his control, beyond the world he has created around me. I sit on the edge of the bed, legs folded beneath me, my phone resting lightly on my lap, and I realize, with a thrill I cannot contain, that I am his entirely. Not sometimes. Not partially. Not in moments of convenience. I am wholly, irrevocably, completely his.
A message illuminates the screen.
"Tonight, speak to me. Tell me how deeply you belong. Tell me how completely you are mine."
I inhale and feel the familiar pulse of anticipation, the tension of desire mingled with pride and surrender. Words come easily now, words that are no longer just communication, but ritual, proof, and devotion.
"I am yours, MasterV. Every thought, every breath, every heartbeat belongs to you. I am falling deeper into your world, into your control. I am yours completely, and I embrace it fully."
The reply comes almost immediately. "Good. You understand. You feel it. Remember, this is not about obedience alone. It is about surrender, about presence, about ownership. You are mine in every way that matters. Live it. Breathe it. Be it."
I close my eyes and breathe slowly, feeling the weight and the warmth of his words settle into my chest. I am not merely aware of his ownership. I am enveloped by it, consumed by it, sustained by it. Every muscle, every nerve, every thought is attuned to him. Even when I am alone, I kneel in my mind, in my memory, in my anticipation, in my devotion.
I rise and move to the mirror. My reflection greets me, but it is not just me. It is me as he sees me, as I have become under his guidance and ownership. I adjust my posture instinctively, shoulders back, spine straight, chin lifted. My hands rest lightly on my thighs. My breath is deliberate, slow, aware. I am present in every detail. I am present for him.
"Describe what you see," a new message instructs.
"I see a woman who is yours entirely, MasterV. Every movement, every gesture, every thought reflects your ownership. I am present. I am attentive. I am devoted. I am yours completely."
Dots appear, then: "Good. Now, kneel. Think of the first time you understood what it means to surrender to me fully. Recall the lesson. Feel it in your body."
I drop to my knees without hesitation. Memory floods me. The first weekend in Alberton, the taxi ride, the club, the hotel room. The way he guided me, claimed me, corrected me, and praised me. The subtle ache of anticipation, the thrill of surrender, the fire of desire mingled with trust and devotion. I feel it now in my chest, my stomach, my thighs. The ache is beautiful. The tension is exquisite. I am his entirely.
Another message: "Speak aloud. Tell me how it feels to be mine, to exist in my world, to surrender completely."
"I feel alive, MasterV. I feel complete. I feel desired, guided, claimed. I feel the depth of your control in every thought, every breath, every movement. I am yours, entirely, in ways I never imagined. I am falling deeper, and I welcome it fully. I belong to you."
The reply comes, soft and deliberate: "Excellent. You are mine in body, mind, and spirit. You have learned well, embraced your place, surrendered completely. Remember, this is not the end. It is only the beginning of knowing how fully you belong."
I feel a shiver run through me. It is no longer anticipation, no longer longing, no longer desire alone. It is the realization that there is no separation, no division, no doubt. I am his. I am his entirely. My mind, my body, my thoughts, my obedience, my devotion—all of it belongs to MasterV.
I rise slowly, moving to the wardrobe. I select the dress he favors most, the one that frames my body in the way he enjoys. I adjust it carefully, smoothing each fold, aligning each line, checking myself in the mirror. I am meticulous. I am present. I am entirely aware of how he will see me in memory, in imagination, in thought.
"I am ready, MasterV," I type.
The reply is immediate: "Good. Remember, readiness is more than clothing. It is posture, presence, obedience, and devotion. Be aware of every detail. Be present in every moment. You are mine."
I close my eyes, feeling his words sink into my mind, my chest, my soul. My heartbeat slows and deepens. My thoughts align. My body responds. Even alone, I feel the invisible weight of his control, the tether of his presence. I am aware of it in every muscle, every nerve, every breath.
Hours pass in a ritual of devotion. I kneel in front of the mirror, hands on my thighs, repeating the affirmations he has taught me. I write notes in my journal, reflecting on my obedience, my surrender, my belonging. I move deliberately through the apartment, aware of posture, alignment, and presence. Every motion, every thought, every breath is a meditation in surrender, a proof of ownership, a testament to how fully I am his.
Another message arrives: "Tonight, remember all you have learned. Remember every lesson, every correction, every moment of guidance, every weekend, every club, every taxi ride. Feel it fully. You are mine."
I close my eyes and recall each memory, each lesson, each subtle touch, each whispered command. I feel the heat of anticipation, the ache of surrender, the tension of devotion, the thrill of being completely, utterly claimed. Every heartbeat, every nerve, every breath is a rhythm of obedience. Every thought is a thread connecting me to MasterV.
I kneel by the window, city lights flickering below, and whisper aloud:
"I am yours, MasterV. I am yours entirely. Every thought, every action, every breath, every heartbeat belongs to you. I surrender completely. I belong to you. I am falling deeper. I am yours."
The reply comes, soft, deliberate, final: "You have embraced your place. You have surrendered fully. You are mine. Always. Remember this feeling. Carry it. Live it. Be it. Forever."
I close my eyes, feeling warmth and fire bloom through me. It is more than anticipation, more than devotion, more than surrender. It is fulfillment. It is completion. I am wholly his. I do not question it. I do not resist. I do not wish to. I am alive in ways I never imagined. I am free in ways I never knew.
Every memory, every lesson, every whisper, every command, every ritual has led me here. To this moment. To the quiet realization that I am entirely, irrevocably, completely MasterV's. My mind, my body, my thoughts, my obedience, my desire, my surrender—everything is his.
I lie down on the bed, legs folded beneath me, and feel the invisible threads of his ownership settle into my bones, my muscles, my nerves. I am aware of them, alive in them, attuned to them. I am his. I am entirely, fully, irrevocably his.
Before sleep, I type one last message: "I am yours, MasterV. Completely. Always. Forever."
Dots appear. The reply is simple, deliberate, and final:
"And you always will be. Sleep well, my girl. You are mine."
I close my eyes and smile, feeling the strange new world wrap around me like a warm, encompassing embrace. There is no fear. There is no hesitation. There is only belonging. Only surrender. Only ownership. Only him.
I am his. I am MasterV's. And I am completely, utterly, endlessly happy in the knowledge that this is who I am meant to be.