Ausus_girl13
Rarely Behaved
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- Mar 18, 2009
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Your words assail me. It's all wrong. Tears spring to my eyes, I want to comfort you. I love comforting you. You are my big guy. This power so unwieldy in my hands, so foreign, I want to throw it from me. I want to part my lips and beg your forgiveness, and tears spring easily to my eyes, and I am so glad that you cannot see them.
Instead I do maybe the only kind thing I can think of. Standing I untie your wrists. I kiss all of the little marks from the threads, and I massage your arms as I release you from your bonds.
I remove the napkin and kiss both of your eyes as you slowly open them, caressing your cheek with my soft hand as I turn your head so that I can look down at you. My next words surprise me.
"You have given me your submission and I cherish it deeply. But if you stay, it will be as my equal-" Almost as the words have left my mouth, they feel wrong. "No. That's not right."
I know, I've confused you. I know I have. Quickly I help you sit up and take comfort as I rest my head against your shoulder. With one very deep breath, I will remember that this is something you've asked of me, and that I am strong enough to do it. Making a quickly forgotten mental note, I will remember to hug the dom's in my life. I look up into your eyes, my hazel eyes, showing no malice, no games, just a need to prove myself. I cannot continue without your permission. So I will lay out a choice.
"Big guy, we can come together as equals and for that to happen, you merely need drag me off to another room. But if you wish to continue as we have and allow me to finish," I pause both taking a deep breath and licking my lips in anticipation You will go sit in that chair, place your hands on the armrests, and show me that you are indeed mine."
My hand points to an old dining room chair with padded armrest, I step away from you, and for once allow a bit of vulnerability show, with my spine is straight and my head held high, but my hands fidget, while I await your decision.
Instead I do maybe the only kind thing I can think of. Standing I untie your wrists. I kiss all of the little marks from the threads, and I massage your arms as I release you from your bonds.
I remove the napkin and kiss both of your eyes as you slowly open them, caressing your cheek with my soft hand as I turn your head so that I can look down at you. My next words surprise me.
"You have given me your submission and I cherish it deeply. But if you stay, it will be as my equal-" Almost as the words have left my mouth, they feel wrong. "No. That's not right."
I know, I've confused you. I know I have. Quickly I help you sit up and take comfort as I rest my head against your shoulder. With one very deep breath, I will remember that this is something you've asked of me, and that I am strong enough to do it. Making a quickly forgotten mental note, I will remember to hug the dom's in my life. I look up into your eyes, my hazel eyes, showing no malice, no games, just a need to prove myself. I cannot continue without your permission. So I will lay out a choice.
"Big guy, we can come together as equals and for that to happen, you merely need drag me off to another room. But if you wish to continue as we have and allow me to finish," I pause both taking a deep breath and licking my lips in anticipation You will go sit in that chair, place your hands on the armrests, and show me that you are indeed mine."
My hand points to an old dining room chair with padded armrest, I step away from you, and for once allow a bit of vulnerability show, with my spine is straight and my head held high, but my hands fidget, while I await your decision.
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