Because I am open he knows what I am feeling.
Because he is so aware, he gives me exactly what I need.
Our relationship is new, and at this time most of it takes
place on the phone and through texts, but even that is enough for him to be
able to understand me, to read me as it were.
Yesterday when we were texting he wrote of the things he
plans to do to and for me the next time we are together. I shivered reading about how he would bind me
with ropes and later trace the marks the ropes left on my breasts and thighs. I typed back how I longed to experience that,
to surrender to him further.
My words concerned him. He wrote that while he knew I wanted
and needed more, didn’t I already feel my submission to him? I told him I did.
And I do. But I know I am capable of more, desire more, need
more. And I know that he is someone with
whom I can experience this so the ache is greater than I have ever known.
Because I was honest and open, and because he is as aware,
strong and loving when we spoke on the phone later that evening he gave me
exactly what I needed and craved.
“Are you alone?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m in my office laying on the loveseat.”
“Good. Kneel on the
floor facing the loveseat.”
“Yes, sir.” I did as he said.
“Spread your knees apart.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Place your hand over your pussy then give it a gentle
squeeze.”
I did.
“Bend forward, putting your head down.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You may be dressed, but can you feel how open you are to
me. How completely exposed you would be
if I were there.”
I managed to answer yes, but my whole body was
shivering. There I was alone and on my
knees and completely submissive and ready for the man who holds the key to my
collar.
He didn’t keep me in the position long. It wasn’t necessary. In those few moments he used his power coupled
with his understanding to show me my willingness and how I have truly submitted
to him.
It lasted no more than three minutes.
It was magic.
