To My Submissive Lover

I am numb, I am singing, I am happy, I am smiling, I am laughing, I am,

I am, I am......

Hmmm......yes! Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh so very yes!

It is so beautiful to feel, to experience, to receive such pleasure.

How did an hour go by in five minutes? How can it be? I don't

understand. If you'd stayed for two hours would it have been ten

minutes?

I am under the influence, intoxicated with the sweet essence of your

sensuality. I'd be arrested for driving. I'm not even sure I can walk.

I feel selfish. Like I took took took as I gave in to the greed of my

senses. You are so kind. I shall remember. On Sunday when we are

together again, I will remember.

In the midst of the pulsing, grinding movements, the exchange of

passion, the heat, the sweat, the moans, the consumation of deep

desires.....we smile, we giggle, we laugh ....softly at first so as to

not break the flow....then openly and uncontrollably as our joy melds

into one.

If it had continued, I would have cried. Tears of joy, of gratitude

would have flowed so freely. My soul would have opened.

Thank you. Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for sharing this

time with me.

Later:

I am a feathered pillow, a marshmallow, a cloud. I define softness.

My mind is with you. You took it with you when you left. I no longer

have it. You can keep it. I no longer need it. All I feel is softness. I

don't need to think any more.

How can I Dom you? How? I don't know! How can I possibly discipline and

command when my edges are buttered?

Cups....I went to buy cups, styrofoam cups, 16 ounce styrofoam cups, the

largest they sell. If there were larger I would have bought them. Cups

for water, water for ice, ice for your body.

I have not shown you my whip. My bullwhip. I should give it to you and

let you touch my body with it. Perhaps we might fly.

I would let you tie me right now. Tie me and touch me with a blade. I'd

feel safe no matter what you did.

I am gone, but I shall return. And oh, little girl, I will be looking

for you. Yes. You could not possibly find a place to hide. There are

none. I will have you.

Tomorrow:

The reverie has escaped. I tried to cage it, to bottle it, to hold it,

to caress it but when I allowed life to begin again, it flitted out the

window in search of one more worthy than I.

I was you and you were me. You were a man kissing a woman. I felt it, I

felt what you feel, the subtle fear and the comfort of surrender. I am

strengthened. I know you and you know me.

Everything we do in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing

onward to a final destination we know nothing of. To know passion it to

get out of the train while it is still moving.

Our pleasures will be deducted from our shares in Paradise. I give mine

most willingly to sin most wickedly with you.

Children possess the magic power of being able to change themselves into

what they wish. Lovers regain this power.

Our play is real. With you I need no mask. With you I need not hide. I

am childlike. Open without fear, I want to relearn, to reexperience, to

reprogram myself. I have to find, among other things, a new word for my

life, I am tired of the old one.

I cannot touch you enough. My fingers, my hands, can never be satiated.

I watch you. For nothing, absolutely nothing is as beautiful to me as

the glow of pleasure flowing from your burning body.

I want to watch your lips moving on me. To see the candlelight

reflecting in the wetness which your strokes leave upon my shaft. To

feel the passion of your mouth as your tongue slides upon me. To feel

the warmth that you feel as you pleasure me. To touch and run my fingers

gently and slowly through your soft hair as I accept your submission.

Sweet girl, I ache to touch your skin, to feel the curves of your body

in my grateful hands. To see the subtle smile on your lips as I look

deep into your eyes. To taste you. To feel the heat and sweat of our

bodies mixing as we grind against each other. To kiss your mouth while

you kneel. To give you the experience of my Domination.

Sunday:

Sandalwood, vanilla, cinnamon candlelight, Billie Holiday, blankets on

the floor, frankincense, pillows strewn about, a hassock covered with

caribou fur. Soft black leather whips, steel cuffs, feathers, fragrant

oils, ice and strawberries. Will you join me on this journey?

I will make you do exactly what you want to do.

The commands are issued with an authoritative sternness that makes you

quiver with anticipation. as you feel the ache of desire, the

vulnerabilty of the position, the surrender of your spirit. And the

need.....the need which pulses to life as the dark cravings of the

recesses of your soul are exposed. Elbows on the carpet, hands flat,

head lowered, shoulders down. Only the ass is high. High and waiting.

Awaiting the onslaught of power that will corrupt the virginal purity of

the lily white skin so naked, exposed and defenseless. The shockwaves

course through your body sending bolts of hot white light to your brain.

Reality is melted down to the simplicity of stinging flesh, dripping

sweat, and labored heavy breathing. The cries, the whimpers, the

"please, please, pleases". Submission. The pain surrenders to a

numbness. The numbness to a warmth. The warmth to a flight high above

the Himalayas. Your body sings, smiles, and flies. Five minutes last an

hour. The circle of pleasure is complete.