The way you look at me and talk to me when you turn up your dominance flips a switch in me. Your face changes, your posture hardens. You look me directly in the eyes and I feel like I’m under a microscope. I squirm as I feel like you’re inspecting the soul you can see clearly behind my eyes. I feel that you see my soul and the places where it’s not quite right for you, seeing the places you need to train me.
All of that can make it feel like I have no choice but to serve you, like you’re a tornado that will sweep me up into your orbit no matter what. But the truth is that I do have a choice. I make the choice to serve you anew every single day. Why?