There are quiet moments between me and Master that I keep very close to my heart.

These are the times when we are com­pletely relaxed; when our caresses are effort­less and our exchange is both play­ful and intensely intimate.

Those expres­sions of Master’s hands thread­ing through my hair, my lips part­ing and the suck­ling of his cock is as nat­ural as breathing.

In that spec­tac­u­lar moment as we nestle into bed, Master’s arms and legs drap­ing over my frame, cap­tur­ing me without pres­sure, hold­ing me close rather than pin­ning me down.

The ten­der­ness expressed in our every­day con­ver­sa­tions, when laughter is gentle and voices often silent.

Not every­day is filled with spank­ings and leather cuffs and bond­age con­trap­tions. Not all ele­ments of dom­in­ance and sub­mis­sion are expressed through force and aggres­sion and vocal com­mands. The truth is the con­trol which Master has over me is a con­stant and more often than not it is expressed quietly, without words or instruc­tions. My obed­i­ence is expressed when I make din­ner, when I draw Master a bath, whey I lay on the floor before him, ask­ing him to place his feet upon my bum.  Master’s con­trol is felt when he greets me at the door after a long day of work and keeps me on my knees for an extra few minutes simply because he can; when he opens the door for me, when he rests his hand against my lips, when he cov­ers me with a blanket ensur­ing I am warm.

Everyday we feel the ebb and flow of our Master/slave rela­tion­ship and this past year I believe I have felt it even more.  I was Master’s slave three years ago; how­ever, shar­ing space, going to bed each night, wak­ing up beside him every morn­ing has solid­i­fied our exchange and I feel an even stronger con­nec­tion to him.  It was one year ago yes­ter­day that I stepped off of a plane and was wel­comed by my Master into our new home, into a new begin­ning and even though there have been a few chal­lenges, it has all been worth the effort and I look for­ward to every day from here  on forward.

I am grate­ful for the rela­tion­ship I share with Master and for friend­ship, the love and com­mit­ment he gives me. I have loved Master for many years now, last night though I fell in love with him all over again.

~His

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