~ willow ~

Kneeling on the cold, hard floor. Naked, my head bowed, eyes downcast. Knees invitingly apart and my wrists crossed behind my back. I wait.

I gasp when he finally touches me and my heart begins to race. He stands before me but i keep my eyes to the ground. His fingers lightly caress my face and stroke my hair. I can't help but smile and savour his touch.

Abruptly he stops and walks purposefully across the room. I daren't look but the rest of my senses are keenly ...

Dear Sir,

I sat in the park today and as it is with most of my quiet moments, i thought of you.

In quiet contemplation i passively stared at the dry, tawny carpet of leaves on the grass.

A sudden gust of wind rustled the leaves and they rolled and danced across the lawn and into the air. Some spiralled in mini whirlwinds before laying down to rest as the wind subsided. Dormant until the next uplifting burst livened the leaves again.

...

To find oneself...such a cliche and yet so fitting as i embark on my submissive path. My journey began with a wonderful man who gently and wisely opened my eyes to what had always stirred inside me.

Societal constraints and expectation proved no match for my true self. Once these ideas were shed, my self imposed independence suddenly seemed to bind and drag. My freedom lay in becoming beholden and answerable to another.

The ropes that restrain have become a symbol ...