<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/k872lq.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Calvin Luther</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Adam<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">           </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/>She speaks my new name and moves on, giving me only enough time to nod in acknowledgement, unaware if she's seen my gesture or not.<br/><br/><em>I am to be made happy</em>....  It sounds so strange somehow, when the thing that has been suddenly able to make me so happy is the gaze and pleasure of Mistress. But these words do reassure that this new path seems the way to bliss.<br/><br/>I feel myself actually blush when I take in her meaning.  As beautiful and powerful and above me as Mistress seemed, and even as my appreciation of that included sexual arousal, that only seemed to be the case since my reaction to her was total.  I don't know that I ever imagined myself worthy of her in that way.<br/><br/>"I am at her disposal... and now yours, at her wish.  What I am saved for, or used for, I must leave at her whim and command."