I wrote a little thing about my experience of submission

I do not want to be a person. I want to be a thing. I don't want to be expensive or extravagant. Simply let me be the pen with which you confess your love, a blanket in the cold of night, a light to guide your way, a joke to make you laugh, a hand to stroke your hair, your breath to catch. Let me be the shirt upon your breast that I may feel your heart beating, a warm meal after a long day, a voice of hope when all is lost, and a voice of praise upon your inevitable triumph. Let me be the night, warm and sweet and silent, and let me be the pleasure that you feel in her embrace. Let me be the song that swells in your lungs, the blood of your veins, your muscles and your sinews. Simply let me be the instrument of your soul, and I will be at peace. I do not need to be a person. I do not long to be known. I yearn only to know your heart and mind, your body and its needs...And its wants.

I want to be

Your

Thing