When I open the box I get off kilter, then he goes and does something that puts the lid back on... it's amazing really.
I opened the box a couple days ago and last night I expected to push him away (or maybe I planned on it, but that doesn't really matter, does it?) but all he had to do was sit down and tell me to lay across his lap and, bada-bang-bada-boom, the lid closed. There was also talk of me being a sexy bitch while his hands found their way across my back, over my ass, and finally reaching my pussy, which put the box on the top shelf of my closet.
In those moments nothing matters besides Master. I'm in his world; a world where reason meets absurdity, and absurdity turns into reason, and I am as he says I am, nothing more and nothing less, which is exactly who I need to be.
And it is there that I realize there is no room for boxes in my head... that space belongs to my Master alone.