I still feel him sometimes when I am lingering between sleep and awake. He speaks to me in soft whispers and I can't help but cry. I need a Master like him. It has been so long since I have known the hand of a stern Master like him. I know now it is true. Once you are a slave... being free is never easy. You have known passion and love like no other... and I think even if in your freedom you take a companion... you long to be his slave. I dont know... I just miss him some much it kills me. I'd like to think that its true.. that when  he died he went to heaven.. not some dusty city... and then when I pass... I will see him in the light... I need to be owned....