You are on alert…. tomorrow come prepared… cause I am taking you. I am taking all of you and you will do as I say when I say. Tomorrow I take back what is mine.

Good night love. I am thinking of you and I am in need. Heated. Blood boiling. Cock erect. You are Muse. You are mine. Sleep well. 
This came to me in text the night before last.  He put me on notice.  He would take what was His.  Thanksgiving approaching, child to care for, work to do, nothing could break the constant thought of Him on my mind.  

I am His.  His to do with as he wishes.  His to use.  His to bend to his will.  I am his chattel.  I am his slut.  I am his slave.