I stand before the mirror and I cannot make any sense of it. All I see is a distortion of individual features. Parts that are misshapen, too big or too small. Nothing makes sense and I do not like the person staring back at me. I take a photo and see the same face and the same body from the mirror. I question why she cannot be different. I want to run but how do I run from her. She follows me everywhere. I will choose a photo to send to MJL and his response comes through, always the same, “Lovely”. And I ponder, Who is “Lovely”?
Who is MJL? You might ask. He is my friend, my protector, my Master. He tells me to go before a mirror, place my hands behind and my head and look at the sub standing there. He will ask, “How does she look?” At first glance, I see the distortion I have come to dislike but then the pieces come together and I see a submissive who stands before me and I am filled with a little more understanding and remorse. I say, “She looks submissive and beautiful.” MJL says, “She is Lovely”. And I think, Who is “Lovely”? He tells me to love her and take care of her for she belongs to him. He might say to take a photo and I do not like this one bit but my response comes out, “Yes Sir”. He will ask, “How does she look”? Again, fear grips me and I agonize over looking at it but I comply. “She looks submissive, cared for, happy and loved”. He will say, “She is Lovely”. And I once again wonder, Who is “Lovely”?
Now I see it. I can comprehend what he has been trying to tell me. The submissive in the mirror and in the photos, she is “Lovely”. But what’s more, is the astonishment and elation I feel from the realization that we are one in the same. It was always me he spoke of. I am his “Lovely”. I am from this day forward his submissive “Lovely”.
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