|
|
|
|
Do you know what -you- want? Then I envy you. This is worse than a job interview, because here success hinges on telling the truth.
What I hope for is an end to longing, without the end of desire. I've known the hunger since I was 10, but only for brief interludes have I been invited to the table. And because of that, what I say about myself is as much guesswork as self-knowledge.
For instance: I've identified myself as a switch, and on the plain facts of my history it's true. But the hunger to be claimed, taken, and led to a profound surrender by a Woman who knows and embraces Her power has ruled my thoughts for at least the last decade. The last vestiges of the impulse to claim, take, and possess are contained in what is now a very long distance relationship.
Oh, I still think a naked bound girl is one of the most beautiful sights ever, and I would grab any ready opportunity to deliver a hard spanking or a bed-wetting series of forced orgasms.
But the hunger, the craving--the unrealized fantasies, the mind-pictures carried for so long, the hopes that have somehow not quite been extinguished--they are all about Her, the Domme who has always been out of reach...and becoming whole at last in Her hands, in Her collar.
|
|
|
|
