To My Master

I am yours. You have the right of possession. You have the authority to stop me seeing anyone you don't want me to see, whether another man or single girlfriends who might encourage me to take a walk on the wild side. You have the right to tell me to ask you permission before going anywhere or seeing anyone. You have the right to meet or speak to people I see. You have the right to make whatever conditions you think fit. I am yours. You have the right to beat me until I realized how I have disobeyed you. You have the right to humiliate me in front of others because my only humiliation is displeasing you. I am yours. You are master, I serve and obey. You are master, I am nothing without you and with you I am yours.