Thoughts to My Submissive

It is physical, it is sexual, but when we are wrapped in passion, our souls entwine like serpents squeezing each other in ecstasy.

I feel pebbles of doubt at times. Am I worthy of your submission? The joy in your sensual smile calms and reaffirms me.

The world disappears when our tongues touch. We enter our own universe. There is no time, there is no thought, there is just us.

There is a minute that lasts an hour before you bring me to climax when I want to scratch and claw and screech with gratitude. I say your name over and over and you know what I'm saying when I do.

I want you to hurt me, to give me pain now and then. I want to hear you giggle as you do it.

Let us be wanton, decadent. Let us sin. Our pleasures will be deducted from our shares in Paradise. So be it. We can experience moments in heaven now.

There is a quiet, a stillness after the desire is expended when there is no need for words or movement. We both know the silent language. We are content.

A true submissive knows how to sharpen the blade of her subtle power. You show me that you know. I am Dominant only because you give me permission to be so.

Come to me. Collared on your knees, you will rise above the ordinary.