Letstryitfirst in topic Journals
Most days I relish the control she gives me. Being Master in our bedroom is a joy I can't describe.
So there is something special about giving up my control, and surrendering to her.
I love that moment when my inner escape artist gives up. A rope pulls tight, a lock clicks closed, and feelings shift from willing participant, to helpless.
She knows my limits, what I like and don't, and that let's her push all my buttons.
It thrills me, as it drives me wild, when I get edged, or ruined. When I want fast, and she goes slow. She can do the devils work with just her hands.
And at any moment another surprise could come. Sounds, plugs, clamps, a spanking, a dozen half remembered toys from our collection. Not knowing is part of the rush.
She'll do what she likes. Sometimes I get to make her cum, sometimes I can only watch or listen, helpless.
That's it's own torture.
I'm grateful that she loves my cock, and given the chance will ride it for her own enjoyment, letting me enjoy her too.
So there is something special about giving up my control, and surrendering to her.
I love that moment when my inner escape artist gives up. A rope pulls tight, a lock clicks closed, and feelings shift from willing participant, to helpless.
She knows my limits, what I like and don't, and that let's her push all my buttons.
It thrills me, as it drives me wild, when I get edged, or ruined. When I want fast, and she goes slow. She can do the devils work with just her hands.
And at any moment another surprise could come. Sounds, plugs, clamps, a spanking, a dozen half remembered toys from our collection. Not knowing is part of the rush.
She'll do what she likes. Sometimes I get to make her cum, sometimes I can only watch or listen, helpless.
That's it's own torture.
I'm grateful that she loves my cock, and given the chance will ride it for her own enjoyment, letting me enjoy her too.
