newlifeahead: oPhoto Credit:Sophie Baker It would seem he had always been there. In my heart. The re
newlifeahead: oPhoto Credit:Sophie Baker It would seem he had always been there. In my heart. The recognition was instant. You know that funny little flutter you get sometimes? When you meet a person who captures your attention in an instant? And then holds you captive for the evening, even in a crowded room filled with noise and laughter and fun, there is only him. And then miraculously his interests line up with yours in every possible way, even those which are perhaps taboo, To relinquish control to that person, to accept them as your Master. How difficult could that really be? You are giving them the part of you they were always meant to have. They have always been there, inside of you. You are simply lending a voice and commitment, to promise to do that which was always inevitable. You would kneel before them accepting service to them as your first priority for a thousand years if you could. He holds the key. That key of ownership. And now, that he holds it is easy to recognize, it was always there for him, inside of me. The collar, the lock and the key. Means so much more that simply what is physically there. It means he owns it all, and likely always has. We needed only to find each other. And that was the most difficult part of it all, Being allowed to kneel,and take into my mouth, that which was always intended to be there is it’s own reward. I am now, but have truly always been, his slave, submissive and property. Color me fulfilled. (tn) -- source link
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