I had a dream. I don’t remember what it was happening in that dream. All I remember was Sir was in it and so was I. He was saying things and probably had a good reason. Whatever the topic was, it had to do with my body. Because the only thing I remember, is him saying:
It’s not your body. It is mine.
That gave me the most wonderful feeling. Like a wave of submission washed over me. The same, as I remembered the dream, told him about it, and he replied a bit later “I do own your body”.
He owns my body, my mind, my soul. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.