I am back...after 5 years and many learning experiences...unfortunately my life has turned full circle and I seek someone that can be true to me. Someone that can bring me love and affection, for I have gone without over the past year, due to lack of communication and drive to succeed in our relationship.

I am single once again. And not very pleased about it.

A story.

They walk into the foyer, she is behind him, and he proudly strides to the coatcheck. The people in the club ar just as they always are every month. Just there. There is nothing extraordinary about them. But, the couple happens to grab their attentions, as they walk in. Eyes roll and heads turn, fingers point and whispers fill the room in a haze of jealous antics.

"I've heard she'll hold her breath if he asks her to, even if it means passing out." a lady squeals to her cohort, as they stand holding their martini glass and screwdriver. The lady's eyes roll in opposition as they watch the man and woman enter and cross the room to the bar.

The man takes a seat at a bastool as the woman orders his drink for him. She watches fervently as the bartender mixes the concoction. One mixture out of tune and she would have to ask to mix the drink herself. She has done it so many times before, she could (and has) do it blindfold.

She brings him his drink. She whispers in his ear, her hands neatly at her side. He motions with nod and she orders her glass of red sangria, half full as per his orders.

He sits at the bar and turns to her. He whispers in her ear and gently nudges her off to the dancefloor, his hand leading her at the small of her waist.

She goes, alone, the dance floor, in plain view of her Master, for it is only him that she dances for. Nobody else could do for her. Not ever.

He watches her mve to the beats the DJplay through the loud PA system. She gyrates slowly, moving as if making love to him. Her eyes barely leave his. An overzealous man steps in front of her and starts to dance, hoping to grab her attentions. He doesn't know. How could he? Her eyes never leave her Master. She could burn a hole through this stranger with her gaze. She sees no one but her Master.

The night goes on. They leave the club and frequent a few more until the end of the night. The same jeers and whispers. The same backwards glances, the same people...just a different body. The night ends with them at their home. The smell of roses lingers in the air.

She lays in the clawfoot bathtub, bubbles surrounding her, as he takes the loufa sponge and scrubs her back. He sits on the edge of the tub, his button-up shirt rolled back at the sleeves.

"Why do they whisper about us, Master?", she says in a quiet, demure voice. It is the voice she has given to her Master. It is his, as is everything she is.

He combs his fingers through her beautiful black hair, looking at her with gentle loving kindness and pride, "They don't know. They cannot know. Not what it's like to be bound in the way that we are. To know, purely know that this is completion. They just don't know."

He soaps her hair, and rinses it with a pitcher specially bought only for her hair. As his hands gently wring her hair of the excess water, she looks up at him, smiles that smile that has taken him to complete peace and tranquility every day, and says "I understand, Master. They are confused. They are lost. I am not lost. But they are. Thank you for helping me to understand, Master." She smiles again, and faces forward for him to wash her still.

"Of course." He says.