There was a fire, so long ago, that i knew burned slow and steady below the surface of my virginal existence. i had awakened it myself with stolen touches alone in the dark.
A languid circling of my clit, a cupping of a newly full breast, a caress with thoughts of what it would mean to keep taking it further.
An insistent stroking of the delicate folds , a finger probing at the sensitive opening, pushing into the warm, wet sacred spot.
Mama said those touches were evil, and so i tried to stop.
The shame, the guilt, the fear of what this meant for my eternal soul, kept my hands still.
For a time.
His hands were better.
He took everything He wanted and i so desperately needed. He was only gentle when He decided and my body and mind and heart flourished under His ministrations.
He said His touch is to be my only one,though.
My fingers, hands, and toys are His to control and put to task as He sees fit. My will is His to direct.
Why would i want less than His attention? What could secret, self-touches bring me except a torrent of old tapes telling me what a bad girl i am, how unworthy i am of Divine Love because of my lack of self- control?
No, He spares me that and more. If He wants me to enjoy the lifetime of sensual, personal knowledge residing in my own touch, He allows it. It is only for my pleasure and His eyes.
To rest in His control is my peace.
Rule 38: i will never touch my breasts, nipples, pussy or clit with my hands or sex toys in any manner where i could experience sexual or sensual pleasure without permission from my Master including washing them, shaving my pussy, adjusting my breasts as i fit them into clothing, or in attaching my rings.
