At last, at last i am here!!We are here!
I want him to always know that I am here for him. How grateful and how much I appreciate having him in my life.
Owning me. Loving me. His.
I can not believe how really fortunate I am. I have a beautiful, peaceful, and loving life and I am finally being just me and being loved for being just me.Who would ever think that a quite reserved person such as him, would enjoying tying me up and using me as much as I wanted him too!
J3 and I found a wonderful place to call our home. Our house is very much a home to me, I have always felt this from the very first time I walked through the door. I Felt this way towards him as well, I mean that he was the one that I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.
Slowly we peel back the layers and we reveal our desires and our hopes and dreams. To share this with you is a gift beyond words.
"Write something about being taken to the edge and what you feel to your core when you scream and cry and beg for me to stop... but all I do is pull back just the smallest bit. How do you feel at this point? And when I allow you to look at me, what do see in my eyes?"
Being stripped down to a quivering, craving slut,
your slut where nothing in the world matters other then us
it propels my mind in to places I’ve only dreamed of.
I needed and crave to be brought to those edges and boundaries I’ve never known... till my eyes well with tears.
Your lust fills me with a dark hunger that I've kept hidden and locked deep inside…for so long…until you captured my heart and traveled to those places with me. Searching, wandering, listening, trying hard to find my way…As we follow the path you’ve laid out before us, I pause, unsure and dreamlike we ramble onward… screaming wanting you to stop. But more so wanting you to do as you wish, because I know it pleases you.
The pain intertwines with the pleasure and I want more...I need more.
I look in your eyes.
I see the fire deep within you. I need you. I need you to take me.
But I still beg you to stop. You back off slightly..and then continue. I want you to push me.
I hope you quit, I hope you continue.
The path emerges from the shadows as we drift forward, the light calling to us into the darkness, my thoughts join yours… and together we dream... we feel...we explore...we push..we fly..we soar...we know…
We can not let go…we wont.. so when I am bound tighter than I have ever have dreamed and feared...
Gagged so that my words are reduced to meresounds in a language that only the two of us know...
As you hold the leash to my collar, that lets thepowers pass between our hearts and souls...
and as you look into my eyes and watch me seeking yours...
I see myself, as yours…your slave
Then... and only then do you bring me back safely into your arms drawing me ever closer to you.What do you feel when I look into your eyes...and I see myself..the real me?
Well....You see, there’s this place inside of me, that only existed inside of me, until he touched it.
Then it flowered.... opening into a fragrant bloom that seeks his regard instead of the sun. And it is rather funny, in an odd sort of way... that I knew it was there but so unsure until I met him.
Until he slid inside me and opened me and showed me what I am. I am a woman...his slave... I wait in the darkness until he brings me into the light and the darkness and he wrings my utter surrender from me even as I gasp and struggle, thinking I have given all that there is to give
He says "My slave. My partner, My love, My slut, My hardware whore"
And I am astonished to find there is always more. It is as though his hand reaches inside of me, fist clenching around my core... grasping it tightly.. And he tears it from me as I scream and cry and struggle. He holds it up in front of me and opens his hand... and then... oh yes, then... I fly free and unfettered on the currents of heat that rise from him to carry me as we soar. I wonder if he will ever know where my heart beats strongest... against his chest, thudding loudly as he takes me once again. If he feels the exquisite agony in my surrendering, yielding... shattering completely until there is nothing left but the shaking and the tears and the certainty that it is this that I live for, this gift of self into the hands of one stronger than I, wiser than I-- Who supports and guides me as I boomerang between the bliss and despair of a life’s diversity. And I wonder, too-why it is. I even wonder about him knowing of these things, for they are the things he gave, those places where my soul has found the peace of his strength. It truly is the trust that we share the openness of “us”. And that is why I love when he calls me his “hardware whore” because the things we both have dreamt of, are coming true and it continues and always will continue to amaze me.
I belong to you, Master, with all that you know I am… all those things that I do not yet understand, but you see so clearly.
And I didn't need the magnifying glass to see you... I see you perfectly without it.