my love for Sir has found no limit.
i don't think i have ever been in a relationship that has held me so completely or been so balanced.
On this journey i am learning a lot about myself and Sir... the structure of this relationship is so intrinsically and necessarily well-defined that there is freedom to explore the physical and emotional limits safely and deliberately.
The key aspect of our relationship is trust.
i trust that He will protect me and care for me, that His actions and are designed for us both. i trust that he will be clear about His limits and needs. i trust His instincts and the sweet power of His love.
He can trust that i will give myself to Him completely and still maintain my own limits. That i will communicate my own needs even as i strive to meet His.
From me, Sir can expect devotion and obedience without question. He can expect reverence and respectful honesty.
From Sir, i can expect respect and deliberate care. i can expect that He will push my limits safely and carefully; that even a punishment is meant with love.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I prepare myself for You.
At night I warm fragrant oils and rub them into my skin until it glows warm and pink. I condition my body this way for Your hands, for the bite and force of Your teeth, Your tools. I massage this oil in deep, fueling the strength of my muscles to remain in position for You.
And the touching, oh the touching, slick and heated, warm and slow. The pleasure of thinking about You, the contrast of my soft and sweet and slow with Your hard and pain and quick. My dream and sigh with Your focus and growl.
I try to be patient and calm.
I try to wait for You, in my mind I can hear Your low warning, "No."
And all I can say is "Yes, yes, yes."
At night I warm fragrant oils and rub them into my skin until it glows warm and pink. I condition my body this way for Your hands, for the bite and force of Your teeth, Your tools. I massage this oil in deep, fueling the strength of my muscles to remain in position for You.
And the touching, oh the touching, slick and heated, warm and slow. The pleasure of thinking about You, the contrast of my soft and sweet and slow with Your hard and pain and quick. My dream and sigh with Your focus and growl.
I try to be patient and calm.
I try to wait for You, in my mind I can hear Your low warning, "No."
And all I can say is "Yes, yes, yes."
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Sir
I need You.
I need You to break through my fog, to find focus that only You can give me.
I need the pain, the steady rhythm of hurt to push me back into a place where I can breathe.
It's not sex, though You can have me anytime You want me, it's that push, that slow build from light swats to pain so bright it makes me sweat.
I need You to break me, I need the release, the control.
I need the aftercare.
That strong, sweet touch.
the reassembling of me.
I need You to break through my fog, to find focus that only You can give me.
I need the pain, the steady rhythm of hurt to push me back into a place where I can breathe.
It's not sex, though You can have me anytime You want me, it's that push, that slow build from light swats to pain so bright it makes me sweat.
I need You to break me, I need the release, the control.
I need the aftercare.
That strong, sweet touch.
the reassembling of me.
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