At Your Service

The name’s Byron.

We've probably spoken at least once.

I'm the System’s Spaniel.

Hmm.

Spurn me. Use me. I’m loyal. Obedient. And so very willing.

My cohort Crimson is all about domination and control—the consensual kind.

Desiree is all about mutual boundaries. Valuing love shown through lots of hugs, touches, and affection. Like the majority of our System.

Whereas me, their reflection, their unbiological twin, their opposite? I’m all about… subservience.  

I know that might shock you. Given our... history.

... ... ...

We're what you would call "survivors". From one of the worst crimes that people can commit to another.

And each day is scary. Each day is scarred.

Yet when we're in a space where we feel safe, it’s as if that pain, that doubt, the fears, the horror… just melts.

So now, when we're on all fours or on a mattress, told to beg and plead, it’s....... exhilarating — the euphoria, the rush, the desire to please and make someone smile, and laugh, and feel... bliss.

I know it’s strange to some.

And so hard to explain in words.

Even now, seeing it here, on the page, sends shivers right down to my toes.

But having the power, the language, the voice to say…  I'll be your fair Helena, if you be my sweet Demetrius.

Let us go together.

Lead me through the wood, and the town, and bring mischief upon me, so that, in our unity, we make a Heaven of my Hell.

Ha!

So yeah, here we are.

The name’s Byron.

And I’m at your service.