What needs to be understood here, is the fact that from day one, I have done what’s best for my family. Even though what I want, what I decide, what makes me happy is the priority for those in my home, I put the good of my family first.

This is what has allowed us the room for her to become that dependent on me. For my rule that she is not allowed to leave to not only be a very real rule, but for it to grow as intended and leave her quite literally unable to leave.

I am not a real big fan of mind control. I do not want a mindless automaton who simply yields out of rote. Artificial intelligence has no appeal to me. However I do enjoy bending her. Twisting molding and changing her. Making her the person I want whether she wants to be her or not.

So yes I got in her head, some things small and inconsequential in life. Others life changing. But mostly I’ve left her who she was when I found her.

Is she brainwashed? Well…in a few small ways, most certainly. But for the most part I’ve left her unchanged after all I did fall in love with her the way she was. It’s sort of like what a guy does when he buys a car or better yet a motorcycle. He adds a few things, changes a few things to make it his own, to make it suit him better.

“She’s not allowed to leave” I said to someone we knew while standing in a bar. “I’m not?” she asked with a small laugh and a grin.” Nope” I flash my crooked smile and flash her the dazzling eyes. ” Hmm,ok.” she says. The conversation resumes and consciously she doesn’t give much thought, she thinks it a joke. For a long time her conscious mind holds it as a joke.

It’s crept up from the depths of her mind now, where it settled nice and deep, real solid and feeling very much at home. She now knows it is no joke. It was never a joke.

It’s fun to watch her, to see her discover herself and the ways I’ve changed her, changed her so well, so smoothly that she never got a chance to fight it, never had the opportunity to think she should fight it. Where does the ease come from? How was it so easy, to just with a few words here and there to alter her? To so completely nail her feet to my floor?

She belongs to me. I walked into her life, and was the man she needed. It wasn’t the way I wield a flogger, it wasn’t that I made her enjoy the single tail the very first time we were together even though she hated them, in fact it was one of her limits. It wasn’t that I fucked her like no other man could ever come close to, though that helped..a lot…It was being the man she needed. it was doing the things that made her happy, that got her off that made her life worth living.

I made her house a home. I made it my home, and I made it comfortable for her to live in.

There are other things, other little twists and bends that I have made in who she is, things she still isn’t aware of, and I’m not going to tell what they are, I like her not knowing and I like watching her realizing them for herself. I love her, more than have ever loved in my life, or ever will. She is mine, her mind, her body, her heart, her life, all belong to me. And that, my friends is perfection. You want to be the perfect slave, the perfect submissive the perfect what the fuck ever. Belong to your man, be his let him truly be all that you need. The rest will work itself out, hell the rest will cease to matter.

This world gets harder and harder to survive every single day, but as long as she belongs to me, I am invincible.

I often say that I am who and what I am no matter who I may or may not be with. For the most part that’s true. But I will say this much, I don’t much care for the person I would be without her.

I am the very axis of her existence. There is no doubt about it.