When you lie awake in the darkness imagining servicing your Master. His hand upon your throat, his teeth scraping against your nipple, it sends a shiver down my spine.
When he pushes you beyond your experience and you feel overwhelmed in the moment, but when it has passed you feel elated knowing your Master is pleased with your submission.
And on the rare occasions when he gifts you with the phrase you long to hear, “Good Girl”, your heart burst with joy.
And yet here I lie in the stillness of the night, wearing his shirt for comfort, missing his control, longing for his dominance and praying for sleep to calm my body and mind. And still my mind always wanders to him. My body aches for him, my ears longing to hear his voice. But to no avail. Sleep eludes me as I lie here in the dark, staring at the ceiling lost in musings.