Apr 25, 2019
When it felt too rough I would fight back, but he would bury his fingers in my hair and pull just hard enough to let me know he was in charge.
I found myself letting go. Giving in. Because, oddly enough, I felt safe.
He would lean in and whisper a command in my ear. And when I responded to his liking, I would hear, “Good girl.”
What the hell. I’ve tried everything else and it hasn’t worked. So why not this?
I feel like Dorothy stepping out of the black and white house into the technicolor of Oz…only in reverse and the munchkins are naked.
He kisses me and tells me to undress. As I do, something is put over my head.
In the darkness, I feel free.
I lie there open and exposed but feel strong and sexy.
I get up and I walk naked through the dungeon to the dressing room. I feel like a supermodel.
There is ultimate trust. He was not going to hurt me.
It’s about your pleasure and also being taken care of.
It kind of broke open my idea of what love and a relationship could potentially be.
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