It’s Friday night and I walk into the room he expects to find me in. Waiting and kneeling. I’m naked, but my mind doesn’t focus on that. I don’t ever really feel naked when I’m before him. To be unclothed with him is natural, almost as if I can finally be myself. Be real.
Though he will claim me with his collar tonight and I’ll wear it for the entire weekend, my mind isn’t focused on the upcoming days. Our days and nights to come have been planned by him and while I don’t know what he has in store, I know him. And that is the most important of the two.
As I enter the room, my mind is slowing slipping into that space where only he and I exist. The rest of the world has no place when we are together during our special time. My focus is him. His voice. His command. His desires.
There are those who think me weak for kneeling before my husband, my Master. But he and I know the truth: only the strong can face the days to come on their knees. My strength is quiet and subdued. It is not flaunted and it isn’t boastful. I am powerful and there is only one who I obey.
There are those who think me weak for kneeling before my husband, my Master. But he and I know the truth: only the strong can face the days to come on their knees. My strength is quiet and subdued. It is not flaunted and it isn’t boastful. I am powerful and there is only one who I obey.
