He pushes me past my limits.
I wear what he buys for me... or nothing at all.
He takes me as hard and as often as he pleases.
Because he can. Because he owns me.
I'm a professional woman, a respected partner in a law firm. I don't need anyone to run my life. I just need a man to make me blush and beg and soak my panties, if I'm allowed to wear any. A man who will strip me bare and use me whenever, wherever, and however he wants. A man who will spank me until I'm sore and sobbing if I dare to disobey.
That's why I belong to Mr. M. That's why my body is his property. That's why I'm his by contract.