7 years ago. November 18, 2017 at 11:56 AM
He holds the source of the most luscious, licking pain in the palm of His hand.
The weight of the handle is a solid reminder of who’s really in charge.
Who truly decides. Who measures out punishment, pleasure, joy.
He allows me to see it, first. i am permitted to gaze upon His delectable weapon of choice. i whisper my gratitude before kneeling with my tender back presented to Him.
In my mind’s eye i can picture His arm drawing the whip back, gathering the lust-charged air around us, and beginning the arc that will end where my skin begins.
The lash ignites every ounce of my devotion to Him, and i take one upon another, thanking Him for deeming me worthy of His attention.
Rule Number 7. i worship my Master’s whip.
