There were words that were edged on her tongue,
Pushing to come out for him to hear.

‘I love you,’ she couldn’t help but whisper,
As she sat by him on her knees her cheek resting on his.

He smiled down at her and stroked her head,
Knowing what it meant, what he had gained.

Satisfaction and pride filled his mind,
As complete acceptance shone in her eyes.

Her priced submission sat there at his feet,
With a collar of belonging around her neck.

He had won and now owned her heart, her soul,
Undoubtedly it was now known to them both.

She lifted her head and met his eyes,
And whispered again with a deep urge,

‘I love you, Daddy.’
‘I know, my Babygirl.'