Sir Russell, it does come down to the simple things much of the time doesn't it.

When He takes me by the wrist, instead of my hand, when we are walking down the street.

Running His fingers over day-old welts through my clothes when we are at a vanilla event.

The pleased look in His eye when i time it perfectly and bring him a fresh drink just as there is only a sip or two left in his glass.

The voice mail left on my phone when he says, "Tonight, my sweet little slut, you are going to howl for mercy."

We call it everyday magic.