The voice is a vital aspect in This. Just like any relationship, communication is key, but, is not l

The voice is a vital aspect in This. Just like any relationship, communication is key, but, is not limited to: words. Actually, the only one imperative to This, is the safe word, but watching This grow in almost a year’s time, even that is debatable. It’s an anchor; it’s there if i need it, but in an honorable D/s relationship, you shouldn’t have to. The only time i open my mouth is to receive Him. And i am honored beyond those words i do manage to force out, to have a Dominant who knows the boundaries, flirts with the limits, but always pulls me back in and makes me feel safe. It’s breathtaking. And He knows this, all without ever having to hear the sound of my voice. my words warrant unnecessary! To say He can read me like a book is an understatement. Knowing me like the back of His hand doesn’t quite live up to standards either. Knowing me like the way to His house, might be a better reference. He can probably do it with His eyes closed. Whenever His presence consumes me, my words suffocate me; they embed themselves in distinct, struggling gasps of air. The success rate of words traveling from my head to my mouth fail me every time; just a wasted effort. i couldn’t speak if i tried. i find it’s easiest when i don’t speak at all. It’s when He hears me the loudest. The dialogue of my body tells Him everything He needs to know. The whispers echo in His ears. The crashing movements of my body under His touch while i’m bound and gagged underneath Him. He’s like a blind man and i’m a walking, wanton, confined, breathing, book written in Braille that He just can’t put down. A playground for His fingers and a satellite for His mind.From the expressions on my face, the want in my eyes, to the fear that radiates from deep inside my soul. He deciphers between a mix of emotions that i struggle to comprehend on my own. The tears that cascade down to my lips and He instantaneously claims. He sees the contention between wanting to release the pain and the desire to keep pulling through to please Him. He sees the smirk on my face becomes just as telling as the enjoyable aggravation that sits upon it. The lick of my lips. The shake of my body. They all produce a language only He and i can understand. The ignorant world oblivious to This would perceive us as two depraved minds, speaking in tongues! Sometimes literally! It’s like a beautiful moving picture, a slut is worth a thousand words, even when she doesn’t have the permission to speak, or the ability.Copyright 2013 © youryounglady -- source link
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