She feels the emotional threads that bind her begin to rip and tear apart — fraying of their own volition. She feels the mounting and intense pressures of anxiety, self doubt, and despair expanding just beneath the surface and beyond the reach of her power. Her body betrays her with slowly building, but powerful tremors. It torments her by alternating between fire and ice. Sweat glistens on her skin.
“Eyes on Me, My Love”
Five words.
Five words spoken with weight and knowing.
Five words spoken calmly, but full of commanding power.
She chokes on air she didn’t know she’d stopped breathing. His words wash over her like light that dissipates consuming darkness. She obediently searches for Him. She finds His eyes — dark and mesmerizing — centering.
Five words mend her broken threads.
Five words tamp down the mounting pressures.
Five words embrace her — bind her to Him.
Five words of dominance and protection realign her wobbling axis.
“Yes, Master,” is her reply.