I know that on some level you doubt it.

I mean, clearly slavery isn’t even an option here, right? I could clearly not actually keep you collared and chained in my closet, and only drag you out when I wanted to make use of you. And just the same I can’t actually take over your whole life and rearrange things to suit myself. Clearly.

And it’s obvious to even the smallest intelligence that there’s no way I could ever really possess you.

Not even a spiritual possession, because I’m not that arrogant. (Or stupid; let’s not forget that I’m not stupid enough to do what would be needed to be done to possess you that way.) All the ways I could reach out and take control over you are simply not feasible. You’re an adult, you can choose at any point to simply walk away.

All these rational reasons why I can’t own you outright.

All these rational, well thought out, clearly defined and good reasons for you to not worry about how deeply I’m going to own you and your body and your mind. Feels good to have these reasons around you, doesn’t it?

Yet, even with all these terribly rational defenses, the truth still sneaks through.

I will own you, and your cock. You will be mine, body, heart and mind. Every inch of your skin, your cock and balls, the seed you squirt across your belly. All mine.

Why?

Because you’re going to give it all to me, willingly, of your own sound mind and reasoned thought, because you, sweetheart, you want me to own you.