<p>Master M sometimes denied me permission—but not tonight. No, I was in charge this time...</p><p>Standing on stage with Master M, ready to perform in front of guests in Marshall Cottage, I remembered the past. How I'd met my Master came tumbling back into my mind—and why he'd created a place for BDSM lovers to play. I adored him, wanted what was best for him, as he did for me. But the question was, could I get him to obey me this time, instead of the other way around?</p><p>He told me to always keep a part of myself to myself—to never give everything. The thing was, I wanted to give him everything. Every little bit of me. While we played out a scene on stage, the past continuing to stream through my mind, things began to change. He changed—giving me, and himself, permission to fully let go. </p><p>His hands on me. His whispers in my ear. His complete trust. I wanted it all—forever.</p>