With thoughts of waiting for him, warming me in the chill of coming nightfall, I allow my imaginatio
With thoughts of waiting for him, warming me in the chill of coming nightfall, I allow my imagination to go over his earlier words during the phone call. Words which touched me giving me anxious chills through and through. For a man whose words alone could have such a profound impact on my body, and thoughts, how could it be less in person. The anticipation of his eyes, caressing my body in the way his words can, the excitement in thinking of his touch. Will it sizzle like electricity? Or burn like an icy hot jolt awakening you in the middle of the night. Ice, heat, or the electric buzz. I look forward to them all.I wait with so many ideas running through my mind, but only one thought is above the others. Will I accept his offer to serve him. Will I accept him as my one and true master above all, and offer myself in total to him, Not an offer of a one time or temporary fancy. But with that deep commitment, and enveloping reverence held only for “The One”. It takes my breath to consider that if I already feel him when he is nowhere in sight, then how could possibly be even more intense as he has promised it will be. I pause, pulled from my thoughts, hearing the crunch of tires on the gravel outside, knowing that soon I will see him, seeing me.I actually no longer need to question what is right. I will agree, and ask him to accept me, as his one, because I already know, he is mine. This is a commitment of so much more than simply love. It is a commitment of truth and honor,and fidelity. It is a right of passage, a total power exchange. All given freely.I look forward to him marking me as forever his, with no question, No doubt. Now I just need to remember to breathe.(tn) -- source link
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