She took my breath away. When i watched Her leave five days later, She took it with Her.
She still has it
She took my breath away. When i watched Her leave five days later, She took it with Her.
She still has it
when my relationship with Her leaves me breathless?
Breathless with desire, with need, with lust. Breathless with anticipation, with longing. Breathless with excitement, with ecstasy, with fulfillment. Breathless with devotion, with adoration, with love.
Breathe, verrin. Breathe.
Today Mistress and i celebrate an anniversary. She has written to express Her joy here. One year ago today, i received the lock pictured here, with these instructions:
“OK, my love. It’s time. Untie the ribbon, and remove the top from the box. Take the lock in your hand. Feel its heft, its hardness, and think about all that it represents: my ownership, your purpose, our bond. Pleasure, mine, and in fulfilling mine, yours. There is no greater joy at this moment for either of us than what this lock signifies. For the time that you wear it, you will belong to no one above or besides me. In return, know that possessing you ignites my desire, my love. I am on fire…knowing that your heart, your body, belongs to me, as you will soon signify. I imagine that your heart is racing, too, your passion mounting, at the thought of my ownership, your bondage, the lock attached to your most intimate flesh. If and when you are ready to solidify this bond, you may thread the lock through a piercing. Once you have done so, snap it closed, with the knowledge that I alone hold the key to unlock you. Listen for and feel the click as you close the lock. That small sound is not the sound of prison so much as possibility. You are mine. I am breathless….”
i threaded the lock through my flesh and snapped it shut. That act bound me to Her with a force i had not imagined possible…and opened a whole world of possibility, of exploration, of fulfillment beyond my wildest expectations.
Every day since, my love for Her, my adoration, my devotion, have grown. Every day it seems impossible i could love Her more, and every day disproves that notion. And i struggle… to breathe.