Pup Maxx

own (2 of 3), verb
owned; owning; owns
transitive verb

1)
  a) to have or hold as property : POSSESS
  b) to have power or mastery over
2) 
     to acknowledge to be true, valid, or as claimed : ADMIT

I think I’ve always been lonely. Or, rather, I can’t think of a memory in which I didn’t feel alone in some way.

The idea that there will be someone — that there will always be someone — who wants to spend time with me, to hang out with me, to celebrate with me and to just be with me is… incredibly foreign.

So I’m pretty sure that’s why the concept of ownership appeals to me so much. Here is someone, an Owner, who has consciously and deliberately chosen to own me; to take control, yes, but also to take responsibility, to share in the successes and to ground the failures.

In a nutshell, by Him being in my life, I am no longer as alone.

I imagine that I could emphasize with other pups, assuming we could converse. I love that moment when a dog realizes that they’ve been adopted — that they’re joining a loving family which will feed them well, keep them warm, give them pets and hugs, throw a ball for them to fetch and hook on a leash for them to walk.

I envy that moment. I yearn for that moment.

A power exchange dynamic like Master/slave, Handler/pet, or Owner/object, might seem incredibly one-sided from an outside perspective — or several perspectives, really. After all, the Dominant has so much power. And a more extreme dynamic might mean that the sub’s entire identity is subsumed into that of the Dominant: there is no independent personhood, just being the Dom’s “thing”Insert appropriate submissive role/position/identity here.

But the truth is, my Owner would be mine as much as I would be His.

He’s the one whose orders I obey above all else. He’s the one I know I can trust more than anybody else. He’s the one who feeds me well, keeps me warm, gives me pets and hugs, throws a ball for me to fetch and hooks on a leash for me to walk.

For he is the Owner. My Owner.