Sometimes in life we like to separate things out, put them in neat little boxes marked "This is this" and "That is that", "a wife is this", "a slave is that". Maybe I am too simple minded for in being both... I cannot distinguish between them, both mean to me that I am tied to you, both mean that those ties bind me to you. In my kind of loving, There is no not being a slave, I am truly a slave to love. My submission to love controls me and makes me your slave. My submission to your love makes you my jailer, locked and bound with invisible binds. This is a marriage of love, you hold the key to my heart, please keep me forever locked within its confines, I love these chains that bind.... Whether someone knows me as your wife or slave and calls me as such, their naming of names and titles and such all sing one song to me.. "I am yours". Happy Anniversary Master Husband Lover Friend So much love Your slave, Your wife, Your Lover, Your Friend Jali xxx P.S. being your wife too has bonuses, we get two anniversaries a year :)
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Freedom in Bondage Different Strokes for Different Folks "I'll always have a *soft spot* for Sadists"
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