Sometimes at night, after we climb into bed, He will reach over and firmly place His hand on my throat. He isn't choking me--I can still breathe--He is just holding me there. He doesn't say anything when He does this. He doesn't need to. The action speaks for itself. His hand on my throat is a silent reminder of the fact that He owns me.
Depending on His mood, He might take His hand from my throat and move it someplace else on my body. Other times, He might remove it, tell me He loves me, and roll over to go to sleep. Either way, the effect is the same; I know that I am His.
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