There's been a shift,
just the slightest change,
since my Master's last
of his feelings
via a song he wanted me to hear.
Not the kind of thing he has feared
in which the delicate balance of power
when my knowledge of his emotions
was added to one side.
I'm not even sure I can say exactly what it is. I certainly can't give a name to it. But it feels as if we're closer with the veil of pretense removed. I still and always will be on the controlled end of the chain. Neither of us would want it any other way, and he's right in think the relationship could not survive having it any other way. But it's almost as if a different sense of union has joined the D/s dynamic.
Which still doesn't seem like the right word.
I feel it so clearly inside.
In my head and my heart.
But I just can't pin it down.
It feels good, though.
Whatever it is.
And makes me feel both safer and bolder.
Isn't that nice?
Meanwhile, I almost came in my allergist's waiting room from the texts the fiend and I were exchanging. I can't believe no one noticed me writhing in my chair, pressing my pussy down into the seat, nearly moaning out load, and surely - oh definitely - grimacing as he described his exercise regimen in real time. (Ha! Surprised you! Doesn't sound a bit erotic, does it? Fat lot you know... we continued to make each other crazy all day, giving my plain white cotton panties a permanently sodden crotch. One touch and I would have cum screaming. If, that is, I were allowed. Which I'm not. There are many forms of torture...)
I'm so very happy.