In just a few more days, I will see Him again. While the anticipation runs high, the differences between now and the last time are stark.
No fears, no wondering. Simple anticipation.
My body quivers remembering His touch. My cunt drips remembering His hands and paddle. I pray for the luxury of subspace. I dream about the new places He and I will travel together through this D/s experience.
But it’s more than that, of course. So much more.
I want to be in His presence – watching a movie, eating dinner, laughing and talking in person instead of over the phone. I crave the normalcy of moments like that.
I adore Him, and I make no secret of that. He worries that I’m putting Him up on a pedestal. I reminded Him tonight, “Just because I say ‘Yes, Sir’ and end the discussion with my submissiveness doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking you were kind of an asshole about something.” Does it count that I said it in my most submissive voice?
He is a man, a simple man, but who He is as a Dominant speaks to my submissive nature. Who He is as a man speaks to the woman in me. And in a few more days, we will speak to each other in a language few on this planet will ever understand fully:
“Yes Sir.” “Thank you, Sir.” “May I cum, Sir, please?” “One, thank you, Sir! Two, thank you, Sir!”
“You’re my whore, aren’t you? My dirty little slut. You like the things I do to you, don’t you, bitch?” “Good girl.” “Good girls get good things.” “I love you, pet.”