Your devoted slave. BDSM ambassador - slave? - I lowered my head. "Are you sure?" Yes. The collar gripped the back of my neck. "Thank you, Master," I said, kissing his hand, and then I felt an incredible sense of lightness. As if a heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I was ready to fly. An incredible feeling of freedom. Freedom from the past, from my own fears and torments. Freedom from thoughts... Just a subconscious desire to belong to him. "A slave?" he finally uttered the word that appealed to me and frightened me at the same time.