Something nobody else got to discover is a gift I cherish far greater than any other act of intimacy I’ve known. It’s far greater than being given your virginity. It’s akin to planting a seed inside you.
Very few people will ever get to know what it feels like to be handed over total emotional and physical submission, yet it’s what keeps me waking up every night for the visceral ache I feel, for the gift you’ve given me.
Total vulnerability of one’s emotional state and mind. Their body just comes along for the ride.
The prize that is your complete self is something no other person knows and I doubt ever will. I know my side I gave is wrapped up in you, the one I call orange sky, and it’s wrapped up in you, forever.
I think this is the thing I am still realizing about diving in, full-fledged into a D/s relationship. That there is always an endless supply of layers to pull back. Each day is a new groundbreaking realization that it can get even more intense.
That I can fall, just a little bit deeper. That you can melt into me, just a little bit more.
That when you ask for permission, I feel like more at home in that role than I could have ever imagined. And when you complete your tasks, you are right as rain, a giddy little girl inside your Alpha woman heart.
When I see you, scared and naked in front of me, but so excited to see what Daddy has in store for you. When I grab you by the neck and squeeze, the paradox of what seems wrong but feels so right washes over us both.
It’s when I pin you down and tie your wrists and force you to cum against your will, you somehow release what’s been building up for decades of not being allowed to be your true submissive self.
And when I give you the very best part of what makes me who I am, I see our union is complete.
I can never go back to anything else. It’s you, and me, my beautiful Kitten.
That’s the only way it will ever be right.
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