The Random Musings of Submission

I imagine myself on my knees in front of one who is worthy of my submission.  I am naked, head down, collared, wrists shackled, tightly bound. Ah, the joys of giving yourself over to absolute pleasure, while the music is playing in the background, an old school mix of jazz and funk, soulful and sensual as I await your next command.  I am bound to you by a force not yet defined. Our bodies connected in a way that so few can achieve as others in the midst are jealous of our connection enjoying this moment in time with a renewed exploration into areas unknown; of the moment where our fears give way to unmatched treasures of things we have not yet explored, finding our place within each other’s embrace. Two bodies, one soul, acknowledging a nuance unexpected; finding our way through trust, loyalty and a need to be together.  A physical need un-parallel by anything we have experienced before.  A connection rediscovered as time has no ending or beginning for us, it’s unwavering in its realization that we are meant to be as one. The ultimate expression of devotion I give myself to you, a need that must be quenched, a desire not explained as we move into the world of delight, an absolute confirmation of what has to happen in order to fulfill a deep need never experienced before in our lives as we take a step into the unknown, no fear of loss or rejection.  I exist solely for your pleasure.  I wish to give you all that life has taken from you and revitalize the sexuality you fear so much, bringing you closer to the sweet release necessary for your very survival.  I am a soldier in the battle of unseen barriers to be knocked down and erased to be rebilled into a beauty that can only be understood by us.  Your touch is electricity, fusing our energies, keeping you whole yet allowing you to let go without hesitation.  I will be your anchor that keeps you tethered to the land and doesn’t waver.  I am your salvation, the one that keeps you satisfied.  I want to get lost in your eyes and the ringlets of your hair that are endless, tangled in our web of desire.  Nipples already erect in anticipation, wanting, needing to be taken to please you.  I can sense the hunger in your eyes.  I can feel you accept all I have to offer.  The wetness between my legs unapologetic as the desire comes to its natural expression.  I am yours completely, mind, body and soul.