I could pretend I am in control.

I could pretend I am in control, but we both know I am not when it comes to you. You could tell me to stay, to kneel, to wait, and I would do it without asking why, because I would want to. I would want to feel the edge of your control wrapping around me, keeping me exactly where you think I belong. You could take my words and turn them into something that only pleases you, and I would still give you more. You could tell me to keep my eyes down, my voice soft, and my body still, and I would obey until you allowed otherwise. You could own my thoughts, my desires, and every part of me that I have ever kept hidden. And if you wanted to, you could keep me there forever.