Willing Submission

a Story from a friend… she says it all

her thoughts capture my thoughts as well…

Enjoy…

You are not my Master but I kneel before youto bring you pleasure.

There are no ropes, but I am bound to you nonetheless.

No branding iron to sear my skin; you do that with your touch, your kiss.

There are no nipple clamps.

Your fingers, your mouth producethe same effect.

No need for a spreader bar, for I spread myself willingly for you.

No need for a ball gag unless you do not desire to hear the sounds of passion and pleasure you bring out in me.

No crops or floggers to strike my flesh, for you would never hurt me, unless you count the pain I feel during the separations we must endure.

You need not torture me to make me beg, you do it with the desire and arousal you create in me.

I am no submissive, nor slave, but I submitted to you,f reely, willingly, happily, as you did me; the day you claimed me, the day you captured my heart, the day I gave you mine, the day we became one.

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