Today I decided to put my linguistic skills to a more practical test. I've been compiling a lexicon of Master's sounds—the specific groan when my tongue first circles his balls, the sharp hiss as my cunt takes him deep, the guttural 'fuck' when I clench around his cock during orgasm. Each sound is a phoneme in our private language of ownership. Right now, I'm craving the one he makes when he's about to cum down my throat, the one that means 'this is where you belong.' The grammar of submission is far more complex and rewarding than any dead language.