The moment that her mind accepted what her heart knew, the burn took on a different feel. The ache grew to something that engulfed her from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Once she felt the sheer joy and understanding of her place, the desire to run was no longer there — once she understood that whether in pain or pleasure, joy or sorrow, fear or peace she would belong completely to the One that owned what she had given to Him. Only He can make her feel the peace that floods her when He allows her to be free in the idea of what and who she is. She is His…His toy, His slut, His whore, His friend, His possession and His slave. She is only free when she allows herself to be what He wishes. Five minutes with Him as His is worth a lifetime of being alone if she can feel complete. Finally she understands that completeness only comes with the One that has the key to her needs, desires, wants and pleasures. Freedom only comes when she allows herself to be completely content in her lot in life.