Everything's fine... I'm floating in contentment... savouring peace of heart and of mind... filled with gratitude for my kind and knowing Master who a year ago found me.
He found me on FetLife, he found me and saw what no one else had. He found me and saw me and decided to have me and it only took a week and I was begging to serve him.
As clever as he is, I think he knew as little as I did what lay ahead.
This week a year ago we were getting to know each other.
This week a year ago he was spinning his web.
This week a year ago he dangled his lures
and there was no way it could have ended any other way.
He got more than he bargained for.
He found more than he expected.
He isn't complaining, despite the times
he bangs his head upon the desk and wonders what to do.
He says I am his treasure, and generous and giving.
He says I am a poet, and made for men to fuck.
I'm floating in contentment
and I'm happy
and I'm his.