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| Sometimes the submission in me cries out and the need is overwhelming (peachie). Sometimes the Dominate in me screams for release (Lady Fran). Life is good as a switch, the best of both worlds.
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With My Sir I can be myself, totally accepted. With him I feel safe enough to let down my guards, peaceful enough to really relax, and loved enough to want to return time and time again.
Much Much Love and Respect My Master Sir!
peachie
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My Sir is finally home from 2 1/2 years of working overseas. Damn it's good to have him home, my love and respect continues to thrive. Welcome Home Sir! |
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still very much in love with My Sir. My one and only, My Wonderful Wonderful Sir! |
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My Sir, you have given me so much but ask for so little. My heart, my soul, my being belongs to you. I love you with all that is me.........hurry home MY Sir, I need to feel you, to touch you, to have you deep inside me.
Forever "YmpYslc" |
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The emptiness gone for he fills me and gives me what I need. He says that I honor him with my words and my actions but it is I that feels honored, by his presences, his care, his wisdom, and his love! "My Sir" I love you and respect you with all that is my soul. |
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Every human choice bows like a slave in submission to the alsolute's creative will. Yet this does not deprive us of freedom or of taking responsibility for what we choose.
taken from "The Soul Of Rumi" by Coleman Barks |
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As long as I have "My Sir" I'll never walk alone. This journey sensual, erotic, and beautiful. Thank You "My Sir", You are my dream, my fantasy, my breath, my mornings, and my nights. To you "My Sir I am totaly devoted. |
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We are alone. Blissfully alone, there is not a single distraction, no tv blares, no phones ring and for a blink of a very precious, very remarkable time, it's just Sir and I. Dominant and submissive. What takes some getting use to is that I am that submissive. "His sweet little c***" bestowed title on me and in the process transformed me into a humbled, overwhelmed, slightly mad woman.
In the blur of those first months we were hardly together and I had such a longing for that experience that I admit, I begged and pleaded for an opportunity to spend an afternoon or evening with "My Sir".
So it came to pass that on a recent morning that I rushed to have the pleasure of "My Sir's" company. Sir is the perfect companion, he fits perfectly into the hollars and places that he should. It has been too long since I've felt this blissful weight....and the perfect peace and contentment it brings.
During that enchanting period of 3 to 4 hours, that era of slow precious, torture and pleasure, he left me breathless, grateful, and AWED.
Suddenly driving home, I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks. Silly, sentimental, subbie tears as I realized that sitting with "My Sir" on a rainy morning in the middle of my life represents another level or phase of this precious process called submission.
"My Sir", my renewal and my hope, is the man who makes waves of honor, respect, trust and love swirl though my mind and though my heart as "My Sir" tightens me in his strong but welcomed grip.
I love you, "My Sir"
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