Addiction to His power

Master has just left me feeling an inch tall (I love feeling so tiny). Ohhh His power is so thoroughly overwhelming.

I love His thoughts. Even more, I love the tone of His words He uses to control me with those thoughts.

I was writing my latest Instagram post about being a slave, and I asked Him for a word similar to asset, but not denoting value. Possession He chose.

Suddenly, it triggered His Dom.

While I love to feel worthless, and usable as an object, He enjoys instilling my value even as a slave into me. It's something that I grew to love about Him... He almost pays honour to me at times. Today was no different, as He reiterated my value to Him. I then received a few messages of His ownership of me. Oh 🔥 what sub does not love that 🤤

Sometimes He does this... I'm not sure of the reasoning. Maybe to remind me to be true to Him? Even though I know He does not doubt my loyalty. Maybe He likes to trigger my submissive self? Maybe He does it, just simply as He's feeling that spark of domination at the time? For whatever reason I love being reminded that He chooses me. And normally that is it, and W/we continue our vanilla conversations lol.

But today, it continued. Not only was I surprised it continued, but then I was caught on my breath, as He took it up a notch also!

He has a quiet power within Himself. Deep down I think He knows He is extremely powerful in His ability to Dominate; thoroughly, completely, holistically. He will never admit to it though, no matter how many times I have tried to drag it out of Him haha. He does however, every now and again, mention His control that He has over me.

I wish He would do so more mind you. That stuff is like honey to me... I would hold my tongue out, and have it drip fed slowly to me. What a way to drown a girl. This internal power is what had me captivated right from the very beginning.

When He wrote "I AM what You crave"... I'm not sure He even really knows the full depth to that statement. He is exactly what I crave, and as I said, was long before I met Him. The very essence of Him. He did not adapt to what I wanted. He does not play a part to satisfy me. *He* is it. Always was. Will forever be.

Oh gosh... I keep re-reading the messages to write succinctly, and every time I do, I'm put right back into my submissive place. So hungry, so needy, so open, tiny, desperate, usable, controllable, so willing to be taken advantage of. I become His pathetic slut... wide open for anything. On the verge of sub-space... wet and ready for use.

In less than 50 words, via the internet, from the other side of the world, this man clearly has power that I cannot describe at all well. It speaks for itself I guess.

And I am the chosen one. 2 hours later, I feel both like His queen, and His plaything at the same time. Quite a powerful combination that He alone instills.