"It's okay."

He comes up behind me and holds my throat. I feel my heart race and my breathing become labored but I am happy. He pulls me flush against him and whispers “it’s okay, I’ve got you.” As my head starts to throb from lack of vital blood he whispers it again and releases pressure only to clamp down again. “I won’t hurt you.” “I know, Sir,” is all I can manage in a raspy voice. I am so at peace, so calm, under his control. He could slit my throat and as long as he is talking to me I know I will be okay. I love my Master so very much. He can do evil, beautiful things to me fully clothed. He can stop a panic attack in its tracks with just those two little words.

"It’s okay."