His Voice

I needed to write tonight but struggled to find words within me.  And then He called.

His voice – growly, deep, sincere – fills me with warmth.  Brimming with command and care, His voice wields a power over my mind, my heart, and my body that I do not always understand.  At times I need His voice to survive a moment.  In others, I crave His voice and need to be reminded that I am loved, cherished, Dominated.  And then there are those moments I respond to His voice physically.

“You’re my pain slut, aren’t you, pet?”

My back arches and my eyes close – I am filled with longing and desire.

“Beg me to cum, bitch.”

Moisture fills my cunt and my clit becomes swollen and tender.  My voice cracks as I beg and plead.  Sometimes He is kind and allows me to cum quickly.  Sometimes He makes me wait, listening to my whimpers and pleas for release.

“I will spank you, paddle you, flog you, and mark you.  I will break you – and then make you whole again.”

I tremble with need and longing.  Desire for what He promises makes my body tingle and respond.  He brings me close to orgasm simply with words.  When He feels indulgent, He allows me to stroke my clit and cum.  In those instances, I squirt – because of His words and His voice.

“You are amazing, intelligent, wonderful, and I am so proud of you, pet.”

I stand straighter, filled with confidence.  I marvel at the impact of His words.  I realize how poor my previous choices were.  I know I will never settle for less than this again.

“I love you, baby.”

My breath catches in my throat.  Smiling until my cheeks hurt and my eyes crinkle, I laugh – a full, happy laugh.  Pure joy emanates from every pore of my body.  Happiness fills my soul.  Nothing can hurt me, touch me, scar me again with those words in my head.

Sometimes all I have is His voice.  Sometimes that’s all I need.