Good Morning Master,
This post is for you. Right now, you're still sleeping in the bed that used to be mouse's, situated in the house that this mouse bought years ago. Never in a million years did mouse believe that this path she was on would lead her in one direction and forever change her life. Thousands of words have been written in this blog, open for public consumption and even ridicule but nearly every single one has been written for you.
You joked about being called Omega. You complained about being called Beta. You didn't like being second to an abuser and no one could fault you for that. But Omega bothered you a little. You didn't like the pressure of being the last man this one would ever submit to. It's probably why you named this one mouse. Just a weird way of getting even, just like when you joked about changing the name of blog from A slave's tale to mouse droppings.
You've brought this one, your mouse along, holding her hand through such darkness and even in the darkest of times you were bathed in a light that was bright enough for the both of us. When you suddenly found yourself in darkness, mouse didn't burn brightly the way you did, but lit candles in every window each night you were away so that you could find your way home to us.
We've grown together as a couple and like you wrote in your blog recently that we fit together nicely. You were right. Together we do and you have taught mouse so much about how wonderful life can be. How much that love and hard work can heal.
Thank you Master! Thank you for being there. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for helping this mouse become better than she thought she could be.