You say I'm good, pet, that I dominate you well.
It's because you make me good, my treasured pet.
You're so very communicative; you tell me what you like and don't like, what you're fantasizing about, what you'd enjoy me doing to you. You're open, so open, to ideas, to me, to thoughts and emotions and talking. You're willing to be patient with me, as I learn you. You're honest; you tell me when something isn't working, or if you're uncomfortable, or if today isn't the day for any particular thing. And you're willing to trust me, and keep trusting me.
I'm so honored you trust me with this part of yourself.
And then, having handed me the keys to you, you let me pin you down and work you over, lovingly; you sink into me and fall apart so eagerly, so gorgeously.
I have the very best pet, and I adore you.
