I fall in love with you a little bit more each day. You are my peace, my safety, my sunshine on my darkest days. There are a million reasons to love you, and hopefully I’ll have time to tell you each one.
There are many ways to make someone feel cherished, loved, protected, yes… owned. Some may involve ‘leather and chains’. But a lot of the time, and certainly in public, little things mean the most.
A quietly whispered ‘no’ when picking an outfit in a store, a hand on a shoulder in a restaurant, how about a quick approving nod across a room. Clearly a hand can wander, an arm may squeeze that little bit tighter, fingers twisting or tugging a lock of hair. Simple things.
Not every sub wears a collar, not every Dom has a whip hanging from their belt. D/s can be expressed in the smallest of tokens, gestures, movements, Between a Dom and a sub the raising of an eyebrow can be enough, mean more than a lengthy conversation.
Someone might hold their partner that little bit tighter than necessary, perhaps let that finger linger on bare skin just a little bit longer, that hand a slightly firmer hold, signifying perhaps just a little bit more than usual.
One finger in the right spot, just a thumb rubbing gently perhaps, causing goosebumps inside and out. Barely noticeable for an outsider, but for those to whom it matters a simple sign that says ‘you’re mine’.
I sometimes wish my ache for you was purely physical.
That I could revert back into the sexually-driven mechanism that once occupied my being, back before you ever existed. That I did not see clearly when I look at you, the answer to all of the questions that I’ve ever asked.
There will never be another like me, to you, or like you, to me. That is the just the reality and the blessing we both know intimately now.
My ache is for the day you will put your car keys down next to mine and I grow old in the grasp of your conversations. My beard slowly becoming more salt than pepper on the pillow next to yours, waking up to see that same face that smiles with her eyes when I kiss her, then giggles, then get very serious when I reach down between her legs and claim what is mine.
But until then, I am resolute.
I am your Daddy and you are my Kitten. Every single day you wear my collar you will wake knowing one true fact: that there is a person in this world who loves you, unconditionally, to deepest fiber of their being. That you are perfection, in my eyes.
So, when you walk around today and you feel a little sore, I ask that you remember that every single time I entered you, I did so because I wanted to stay there, forever. That every thrust that spread you open was me returning to my natural home. And as I went limp inside you after pouring my seed into you, I never ever wanted to leave the beauty of your most sacred part of you.
As my hand squeezed air and blood from your neck, I did so in order to elevate the intensity of your experience. As I ate your kitty and I saw your orgasms flood over you, I kept going because if I could, I’d still be between your legs staring right back into your shocked and beautiful face while you stared at my green eyes of adoration.
So stay sore another day or two. Feel me when you walk. Feel me when you sit. Know and remember what it felt like when I was an inch from your face, kissing you, telling you “I love you” and “you are mine”, as my cock slid inside your wetness over and over.
Get wet for me. Because soon enough, I am coming to claim what is mine again.
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