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| ...When innocence is lost, what remains?
I wonder ...
my communication is very limited. so if I don't respond, you need not be offended....
~a
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I now know what it is like to feel fragile...... |
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Trust:
- a firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something
- acceptance of the truth
- to have faith or confidence
- to place reliance on something over which one has little control |
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she knows Him ... as He knows her.
He is .... her Master... the One who is worthy...
He knows how ..
Takes His ... time ... with His slave..
..He knows
what words .. or none ...
... what is to be done.. .. &.. when, how Hard.
,,, her deepest ..darkest ... desires .... all her needs..
His is her greatest gift ... completely.
He deserves nothing less .. He knows...
she knows Him .... and her place... |
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**The first submission..**
It's after 1 am. .. as often.. I can't sleep...
So I'll leave my thoughts for You ...for when You wake up.... only a few hours from now.....
My days are pretty hectic ... but when I do have a few quiet minutes I find myself day dreaming & imagining the series of events that will lead to the moment when I first see You ... looking at me
and we are no longer virtual strangers ... but real people reacting to each other in realtime. ... face to face...
I imagine being mesmerized ... not wanting or needing or being able to speak. ..
Mostly not needing to. ..
And later... maybe much later ... when the day comes & I willingly - if not timidly - find myself in Your presence relinquishing all power and authority over my being to You...
and I succumb .... under Your capable guidance... to whatever state You desire to take me...
so that - I am .. in true submission... rolling. .. floating...free... safe.... content. .. controlled ... owned... |
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Not Yet...
We will speak on the phone ... briefly, but long enough for You to establish a mental connection to your voice ...You tell me when & where we will meet. Nothing more. You expect me to know instinctively what to wear...
Sitting across the table from You I am quiet but responsive... friendly .. subdued compliant...
You are focused entirely on me. Not looking around or over my head but very directly ... intently... at me ... observant, polite, deliberate.You start with mindless but sincere conversation... hi... how are you ... some comment about the weather ... and all the while lining up facts & sorting out the most important missing pieces of information ... determining the best way to attain all You need to for the initial phase...
You are tall, not slight, .. well dressed .. well spoken.. Direct, focused, intentional. Calm. You continue to draw me out... establishing control with just the sound of Your voice... observing my responsiveness..
You order for us both. Making sure I have at least 2 drinks... the evening progresses. Skillfully, You draw all the information You seek in easy conversation. I am divorced. I have 2 grown children. I lived all my adult life in Manhattan, am classically trained in fine studio art, & have been in the Lifestyle for ~3 years. Currently training under the guidance of an accomplished master.
2+ hours have passed.. dinner is over...
You suggest we go. You walk me to my car.
Drawing me close with a firm but gentle fist of hair on the back of my head,You feel my pulse quicken, my eyes lower & a quiet involutary gasp confirms what You suspected.
You know without touching how wet I am.I sense Your cock thickening, the heaviness of Your balls, the outrageous ideas crossing Your mind ... heightened by the feel of my full breasts & hardened nipples, my mouth moist, lips slightly parted as trained to do....
You lean into me - now completely compliant, & whisper ... making my body tremble, my knees weak, You know I'm on the verge only held back by Your words... "Not yet"...
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Daddy is the OnlyOne ....
the One ... who knows baby ...
He has her deepest secrets...
takes her to her 'Special Place' ...
He is in control of her breath ... her life... her demise
Without her Daddy, baby does not exist...
she is an empty shell...
An illusion of His used toy...
Until He brings her back to life... |
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In the wee small hours of the morning...
interesting time of consciousness... less external interruption..
far more reflective than reactionary.. which is how we spend most of our lives... reacting to others.. rather than speaking from within...
just an observation... at 3 a.m. |
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| Age: 30 |
| Rochester,
New York |
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