He chose me out of all of the others.
It was so hard not to look him in the eyes to let him know just how much that I wanted him to pick me.
At first, a night of play, of pain and pleasure. Then one night turned into two, and into more.
Soon, I knew this man better than I knew myself and I began to call him something new. Master.
Now, I will be wearing his collar, and then everyone will see outside what we both know to be true on the inside.
That I am.
Flash Fiction Friday is done using a photo prompt and using 100 words, no more, no less, to tell the tale. I hope you enjoyed this weeks flash.