or How I became a Masochist
I'm all about sharing and giving sexual pleasures... but, when it comes to pain, I don't get off on giving it... unless, it is a real life situation that warrants it *ahem*
The expression of a leather collar tightly wrapped around my neck, growing tighter or looser as I prefer, the feeling of being beat willingly at the hands of my 'shrink' - the person delivering my therapy... having my hands tied by a harsh rope at my back... helpless, yet full of inner strength ...but, momentarily surrendered
In life, we don't have the option to surrender. Here, I do
While I surrender, I contemplate...
To have the control of my life, in the hands of another...
How does it feel
I'm tied up, but cared for
But, it is not enough
I long to get out
To have these contraptions removed, it is starting to suffocate me
I must get out and get back in total.. complete control
Don't ever lose control, I tell myself
Perfect control
"I will never let myself get tied down again, in the hands of another..."