I write a bit ... this is a letter I wrote for someone a while back. This journal seems different from the ones I am used to using so I guess this will be my test drive. Enjoy!
Her Boots
Last night while lying next to you ... I listened to the rain mixed with the sound of your breathing. I thought about us ... all that we've been through ... all that we have experienced, and all the possibilities that are ahead for us.
I am struck by how you have this natural way of seeing me at my deepest level. The way you have lovingly, yet with a firm hand brought me back to my submission. You have brought the most vulnerable part of my being into the light. Though I tremble because I am raw to the very core here ... I have this peace inside that tells me I'm safe ... my submission is so very safe in your Dominance.
I know that you will stretch and challenge me in ways I never imagined ... you've demonstrated this already. I can feel my submission coming into full flame as your Dominance caresses and pulls at me. I recognize now that I hunger again ... I ache for each moment, each touch, each directive that comes forth from your lips. I ache to please you ... to give you all you desire from me.
You looked so handsome, so sure and sexy the other night as you were leaving to run an errand. I had not seen you in your boots before, and I was a bit undone at the vision before me ... undone in the sense that I did not expect to feel the twinge I felt. I have often watched you quietly as you move about our home, it's become one of my favorite things to do, but as you put your jean jacket on ... and my eyes explored the whole of you I saw my Master like I had never seen her before. I just didn't realize that you knew ... you felt me there inside of you in that moment ... the way I felt you inside of me in that moment.
The night came to close ... the morning came ... our day began and still as I went about my chores ... as I put my make up on ... as I prepared a space for your comfort, my mind kept drawing me back to your boots. A current had been struck between us ... that would not stop ... that would show me no mercy.
The rains came and went ... then they returned once more. I removed your boots from the closet and began cleaning them. I asked for a smaller brush so I could perfect the soles as I worked to perfect the jet black leather of your boots ... you gave me a toothbrush and I began my labor. Driven by this currant ... by an unspoken command ... I labored and polished until at last they were like new. There were moments I smiled to myself ... almost embarrassed in my own being at the joy I felt in performing this task ... this labor of love.
I presented them to you ... laces cleaned as well. I saw the current pass between us through your beautiful eyes. I watched as your hunger to Dominate me heightened ... you watched as my hunger to submit to you surged beyond what either of us together had known to this point. I felt my body begin to respond to you ... right there in that moment. My body continued to respond as I prepared the nights meal.
After dinner ... you instructed me to go to our bedroom ... I could not have fought your instruction ... even if I had want to. Once, behind the shelter of our room ... you put your boots on. You watched as I obeyed your directive to perform for you ... I tossed to and fro in the passion my body ached to release.
You looked into my eyes hard ... sure ... ready to take what you had decreed to own. I felt myself going into that sacred space of submission as you gagged my mouth to evoke my silence ... to keep the moans and sighs of pleasure and pain held sacred there within our room. You captured my hands in the bondage of yours ... I could smell the leather of your boots as you did ... I realized what they had symbolized in my spirit ... I belong to you ... completely ... totally I am yours.
You took me as yours ... with no apology ... the leather of your boots singing out in our movement telling me over and over ... I am your property ... your slave ... my submission found her home ... here with you. I struggled against your bonds, against the gag, as the pain of your Dominance stung my skin ... I struggled against the demons that sought to keep me from you ... and one by one I heard their cries as they were banished from our room ... from our souls ... from my soul... from my memory ... from all the heavens and all the world.
You raised me up ... you lifted me into your soul ... you shattered the walls in me ... and made your bed within me. You sunk yourself deep within me and I lunged to be filled by you ... by your Dominance ... to be taken completely ... to be wholly yours from that moment into eternity. At last the crashing of our bodies ... the crashing of my tears against our hot flesh ... rushed over us as we became bound together ... as you set out to do from the beginning ... knowing that I belonged to you from a time and place beyond our earthly understanding.
My body still trembling ... still quivering from the taste of your firm, loving taking of me ... I fell at your feet ... I kissed your boots ... in as much the same I kissed the face of my King ... my Master ... the One I give myself to. You placed the laces between my teeth ... and I knew to release their grip ... I removed them from us ... I removed them from you ... I kissed them again as I pulled them off of you.
You scooped my trembling body into your arms ... you gently and lovingly brought me home to our room ... home to you and me ... home to us. Sweet tears filled my eyes ... filled my heart ... filled the once empty shell of my wasted submission ... and I became whole ... I became yours ... you became mine ... and we fell together in sleep ... as our dance quieted to give way to rest ... to listen in our slumber to the rain's quiet fall.
I know who I am again ... I know who you are for the first time ... funny that your boots where the catalyst of our discovery. I will kiss them each day in my heart ... I will keep sacred the symbol they've become to me ... to us. I am yours ... and all is well within me.
Kayla P 2005
