I am a Brat. Rather that is what my Master calls me. And you know what? I love it. I love being called a Brat, because i know he loves me anyway.

 

I know that he loves it when i tease Him and He has to put a stop to it. i know that He loves it when i try to dangle my feet in where i know they don't belong. Goddess knows that i try not to, but i just throughly love it so much. That pushing and pulling to get me in my place.

 

But there are times i know that i must behave. When He gets that look in His eyes, i know that no matter what i do, it will be too much. For my Master i have learned how to know when i reach that point. He has this system, that i don't quite understand. It's kinda like three strikes and you're out, but somedays it's five strikes, and others it's only two. I just have to be able to anticipate when i should work with him, and when i should be able to attempt to strike out. The wonderful thing is that even though he is punishing me for pushing him, he loves it as much as i do.

 

I work with him, i try to anticipate his needs and His wants. As a friend of mine stated.....(dear claudia i hope you do not mind me using your words here)

i am happy

to be a pocketwatch

a tool to be held in The Hand

to move with purpose and focus

warm and safe within a dark pocket

polished with time

perhaps even a little off with use

 

That is what i am, submissive of heart, Brat without a doubt, and slave to my Master.

 

~j~