It has been my observation that those I OWN, yearn for me. They ache for me with a burning desire.
They long to hear from me, even a “Hello” sets their soul on fire.
I am on their minds, deep in the subconscious. They think of me without even realizing it.
Often times they are frightened, trying to give me up, yet never really being able too.
I have become a part of their psyche and their fiber of being.
Adoring me has no longer become an option for them.
It is a necessity.
Wandering aimlessly through their days until i came long, they know it is ME, their Mistress, who gives them the strength and courage to succeed.
They are forever in my debt.
I will own them until they die.