As his submissive... I am treated with respect and value. He proudly owns me... body and soul... I look for no others to replace him... I wear his collar of velvet and dainty pewter rings... adorned and adored by him. I listen to his conversations and opinions... for they are based on education and knowledge... not the illiterate ramblings of those who have no control over their own destinies. He wears no purple silk pirate shirts... he does not demand I call him Master... for that is not our style... I call him 'Sir' out of respect... even on those times that I test his patience. He can speak without uttering one word... I call it 'quiet thunder.'