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PLEASE READ....DOES THIS PULL AT YOUR SOUL......
Can you still remember the leather tightly cinched about your wrists? The feel of the silk wrapped about your face... caressing your skin... The breeze gently blowing that evening, lifting ends of your hair and playing them softly on your cheek... Bathed in the light of the stars, kissed by the moon you waited for me there.
Still as a statue, beautiful. Good girl. I'm sure you wondered just how long I watched you from the comfort of the shadows of the room before I approached. Could you even hear me over the thundering of your own heart? Fine beads of sweat at your brow and lip betrayed your fear; nothing else. Your posture upright, proud. A spirit worth the time and effort needed to tame it to the hand......
I remember the gasp as I took your hair in my hand and drew you to me. Your head tilted, lips parted, fear mixed with desire as you felt the first gentle intrusions. I could feel your hunger, I could taste your desire. The sounds that welled from deep in your throat were all the indication I needed to know you had won the battle inside you and put aside the fear. Now we may begin.....
You're smart. You’re beautiful. You're also sexually submissive, and you know it -- even if you don't openly admit it. I like it when you close your eyes. I think it's the surrender that I enjoy so much. But then it's your eyes I find to be so enthralling. They are so expressive. They grow so wide when you're frightened, the pupils so dark and alluring. And even while you're pleading with them I'm never sure if you want me to stop or you're afraid I might...
I love when the tears well up, right before they spill over your cheeks. I love to trace them with my fingertips and kiss them away from your face. But mostly I love when you lower your eyes for me. The way your hair flows over your shoulder and hides your smile... and the gasp when the fingers knot in the hair at the nape of your neck drawing your lips to mine in a hungry kiss...
Your challenge isn't merely letting go, but building up enough confidence to get comfortable enough to let go. You crave the safety and security of the boundaries -- and the freedom -- that you can only achieve when there's sufficient trust. Once established, this trust allows you to yield control -- and experience great pleasure in your submission.
And what will we play with?? - soft nylon rope - a blindfold - a bare hand, a paddle,... you know what they are for ----each has it attributes. The most powerful tool that I will use to play with you, however, is my mind.
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