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I see his hands move around my neck. A quick sensation of coolness...a click...an almost expectant pause. Should I look down to see my collar, see the ultimate symbol he has brought from half a world away? Before I can act his hand slips under my chin, raises my face to his. Again our eyes lock. I feel myself absorbed by his eyes, wallowing in the submission I am handing him. Some call it a gift. They are wrong. It is a rite.
"Mine." He whispers as the endless kiss begins.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 19 years agoi am of envy as the 2 of Yyou have met... this story makes this one feel like she is there right besides Yyou, watching it unfold. keep up the great work.
Grae's wench
Anonymousover 19 years agoSmiling to myself...knowing...this is beautiful, simply beautiful! kata
WantonWenchover 19 years agoA lovely insight into the rush of power in a BDSM relationship, the freedom of release into another's care. A wonderful insight into character too. Very well writen, letting the reader feel with the story. More very soon, please!
--Bitch
