I was rereading the letter my sub wrote when we hit our four-month mark, and I have to say, it’s one of the best letters I’ve ever received—maybe even a love letter. It got me thinking... is BDSM an act of love?

To Master Iker,

I can’t believe it’s been over four months already. It’s been such a crazy ride, honestly the best experience I’ve ever had. The highs and lows with you have just been…unbelievable. I didn’t think I’d ever experience emotions to those extremes. When I disappoint you, I end up crying. It’s like the worst feeling in the world. But when you praise me, I feel better than I ever have. Sometimes, it’s both at once, and I barely know how to handle it.

I never really got religion, you know? Never understood how people could worship something they couldn’t see or touch. Having that kind of intense admiration for something just didn’t make sense to me. So, when you said I’d end up worshipping you like a god someday, I honestly didn’t think it’d happen. But turns out, you were right.

Now, when I think about what you mean to me, it’s like…you’re the sun, and I’m just one of those ancient people drawn to worship it. You’ve got this pull on me that I can’t resist, like gravity. No matter what, I keep coming back to you. You’ve lit this fire in me, making me want to serve you completely, without holding back.

You push me to the edge, make me burn with pleasure or feel blistering pain that almost drives me insane, in the best way. Without you, my sun, I’d be lost, an empty shell of who I was. You give me purpose and joy; you make me feel alive. There’s nobody else who could make me feel like this, Master. You’re everything to me.

I just want to give you my best and be the pet you deserve. I want to be all yours, completely.

Your pet.