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I am standing in the shower with soapy hands in my hair, absentmindedly working the lather, as I think of all that we've shared, and your words echo in my mind as I lean back against the wall, letting them envelope me. "You're mine, baby girl. Only mine. Submit to me."

And I am reaching to finger my clitoris as I remember your face, only inches from mine, and your hot breath against my skin, as you hissed, "You're mine. You belong with me, and to me, sweet submissive. Surrender." And I know that I am... that it's all I ever wanted to be, but determined I will not wave the white flag.

I press one finger into my tight, clutching cunt, longing for you in ways that I've never desired another, and I wonder about tonight, about the future, about how and where you will touch me, about what will become of me, and wondering about the damnation of my soul.

"You're mine. All mine," resounding within, and the memory of you stating as fact, that which I can scarcely admit to myself, and the only reply that I have is, "Yes love. Yes. I'm yours, all yours, only yours. Do with me what you will."

I still feel you penetrating me, your cock driving into me so hard, so exquisite, and your voice demanding, "I claim you, little one. You're mine." And my tight little pussy explodes, with my orgasm reverberating through me, racking my body, and I let the tears fall, finally admitting it, if only to myself.

And I am praying that you never test me, never find out just how much power you wield, and God help me, never test my boundaries and limits. I let my breathing slow, picturing your strong arms pinning me to your chest, locking me into your embrace and I know... and I know... and I know... I am yours, and I cannot deny it now. You possess me body and soul.

Finally, I rinse the soap from my body with the last of the hot water. Wrapping a towel around me, I made my way into the bedroom and opened the closet to pull all my work clothes aside, working my way to the back, where I stashed all of my ‘sexy clothes.'

Your voice is still ringing in my ears, "You're mine, love. Only mine." so I pulled back the dresses meant for office parties, to find the short, skimpy dress that I bought to wear just for you, the one which had remained hidden until now.

With trembling fingers, I took the dress from the hanger and held it up to me in the mirror, rolling my eyes at the slit that is almost all the way up to there, and thinking, It's not a dress. It's a declaration of war!

Then, taking a seat on the bed, I laid the dress beside me paired with stockings, garters, and five-inch stilettos, and then quickly pulled the blankets over me.

I lay back on my pillows, holding one against me, imagining your hard frame on top of me, and feeling the weight of you holding me down. You're kissing me deeply, passionately, and I am arching to press my body to yours, needing you with a fierce intensity. And I slide my fingers between my thighs, imagining you holding me down, pinning me hard against the mattress, as you press the head of your thick, hard cock into my volatile little cunt.

Your hands, so much larger than mine, cup my breasts as I drive my fingers into your hair. You take my hard nipples between your lips, while I close my heavy eyelids, and surrender to this sweet agony. Always hearing you telling me, over and over again, "You're mine. You're all mine. I claim you. Surrender to me."

I push two fingers into my steaming-hot cunt, fast and hard, imagining your rock-hard cock filling me, and stealing my breath, as your demanding lips claim my own.

I remember how I fought you, fought for my very sanity, and fought my own desires, squirming and writhing beneath you, fighting and pushing against you, but both your hands were at the sides of my face, not letting me turn away, and even as I cursed your strength, you kissed

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