Who do you belong to?

That is a question Michael started asking me a while back. It’s a series of question, which always start with: Who do you belong to?

Whenever he asks me that, my heart starts to race and I get excited. What he sometimes does, is he asks me those questions right before sending me to bed. Which has the result of me not being able to fall asleep.

So when I saw that question being RTed as a GIF into my timeline, my thoughts went right to Michael. But the more I thought about it, the more I was able to see that question I was a different light.

Who do you belong to?

The moment I take Michael out of the equation the question becomes something very, very different.
How can a human being belong to anyone? That isn’t right.

Just recently we watched two movies. Both movies (On the Basis of Sex and Professor Marston & The Wonder Women) dealt with or mentioned the inequality of men and women of that time. It’s scary to see how women were treated, how they were seen as their huband’s property. The scariest thing is that it still is the case in different places.

I imagined how I would feel, if somebody else would ask me “Who do you belong to?“. I’d be baffled at first, I am sure. It’s not a question you hear every day. I’d probably ask back, to find out what this person is trying to say.

Who do I belong to?

The answer is clear and easy. I belong to myself. I am my own person. I make my own desicion and don’t need anyone to make them for me. I have my own thoughts and know how to articulate them. I love being my own person. And I couldn’t be anyone’s property, no matter how hard I tried. And I am lucky to live in a time and in a country where I can be myself. Well, for the most part.

What is it that gets me so excited when Michael asks that question?

To be honest, I have not the slightest idea. My hearts starts racing, I can feel the excitement. But at the same time, it calms me greatly.

Who do I belong to?

I belong to myself. No one else has any power over me. No one else gets to make decisions for me. No one else tells me what to say or think. Let’s pretend that it’s all true. Obviously I am always influenced by other people. The boss wants the work to be done, the store closes at a certain time, and depending where I am and with whom, I might not say out loud what I’m thinking. Many external circumstances influence me, my decisions, words and actions. But I choose that. Some things more freely than others. For example, I am lucky to like my job. But I also do it, because it pays the bills and I like having food and a place to live.

Now, when it comes to D/s, the answer is as easy as before. Although, very different.

Who do you belong to?

“You Sir” is always the answer. But not, because society dictates it or because he makes me or any other possible influence. I choose it. Of my own free will.

Who do you belong to?

Myself. And no one else. And with that freedom I make the conscious decision to belong to him. For as long as I want. And for as long as he wants me to.

Who do you belong to?

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