I guess you could call this a ritual exchange.
This morning I got out of bed when he came to get dressed. I knelt at
his feet, he petted my head. I kissed his foot. He helped me get up. I
said "I'm yours, Master". He said "I know. You're mine. I own you.
Don't you forget it." I said "Yes, Master". And he kissed me.
Then he told me to go get his food ready to take to work.
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That is a beautiful ritual. A wonderful reminder, first thing in the morning of who you are to one another! Love it
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