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Minutes later, I have no idea how long, the door opened and you stood looking down at me. I could hear your breath hitch in wonder as you found me in the devotion position. My whole body was singing out for your touch and you did not disappoint. Slowly, you sank to your knees and clasped your hands over my wrists. Cupping my chin, you lifted my head and I could see that you were recovering from an internal struggle. And yet you still seemed so strong. These emotions were constantly threatening to overwhelm me and I know you felt the emotions just as strongly. And yet here you were, controlling yourself, bringing everything back in to order.
You closed your eyes momentarily and then opened them again, a slow smile spreading across your face.
"Where were we?" you asked.
I smiled.
"Breakfast Sir. We were about to have breakfast".
You sighed.
"Ah yes. Breakfast. Hmmm. Let's go see what we can make together"...
- COMMENTS
gentleone58almost 7 years agoI wonder where this story is going. To me, it feels like the Master is either got Alzheimer's or is mentally ill. I was not sure what to think nor am I really now but the ending makes me wonder about his mental capacity, whether from not being able to remember or perhaps psychosis of some kind.
Anonymousalmost 7 years agoHis love feels off to me. His efforts to degrade her speak more about him than her. I see him as the type of male who if she left him, would kill her and three bystanders in a public blaze of unhinged psychosis
