It's been one year since my first trip to see Him. One year since I first arrived on his doorstep, seeking the reward I'd been promised, should I deliver myself into his hands... to be taken and to be used. As promised, he took me, wringing my first orgasm from me before I'd been there ten minutes and yes, he to used me over and over during my stay. He also encouraged me, praised me, made me feel beautiful, desired and loved.
Since that first trip, I've made nearly a dozen more, enough that our lives are truly entwined. Silence, that feels awkward with others, that i would seek to fill with chatter, feels comfortable, peaceful with him. I am free be who i am. When we're together, I am silly, I laugh, I tease, Sometimes I cry over things I've lost and he never tells me "don't cry" instead he holds me, telling me he's got me and he loves me. He's seen who I become when angry or demanding, not just the gentler sides of me. He smiles at my shyness, as I blush and look away. He praises my boldness when I bring a new toy or idea to our bed. I have no need of masks when I'm with him. And while he may not like every side of me, I'm secure in the knowledge that he loves all of me.
He is my anchor, keeping me secure when life's chaos would sweep me away. And when life's troubles become so heavy, pulling me down, he lifts me up, taking what burdens he can and helping me find ways to manage what's left. He is my friend, he is my lover and he is my love.
And finally, as I lay next to him while he sleeps, I must admit, that everytime i show up on his doorstep, I feel the same excitement, the same thrill of anticipation rushing through me that I felt the very first time I knocked on his door.
