Puppet Master

Every word he spoke spelled possessive

Heightening my interest so much it shielded his true intention

To be owned by him utterly and senselessly

In a trance of submission

My very existence relied on fulfilling his wishes

Every string that controlled my mental and emotional movement

He was in tuned with

As I was the puppet that desired the attention of my master

I would remain motionless

With only his approval to regain consciousness

My thoughts belonged to him only

My words belonged to him only

My body belonged to him only

Clinging to his every command solely

Forever his puppet he mastered