Written by Talu
Mistress,
It’s taken me days to find language for what this weekend stirred in me, what it still stirs. Stepping into Your presence, kneeling before You not just in words but in flesh, felt like crossing, a threshold I am not wanting to return from.
The scenes were everything I needed…raw, consuming, transformative. Surrendering under Your command…beneath Your voice, and somewhere in all that pain and stillness, I found myself resting deeper in Your control than I knew I would. But it was also the moments between…those quiet, grounding hours in the car on our way to our sessions, the shared glances, Your hand on my thigh…our time alone in the hotel…that anchored me in something even more real. Thank you for that.
And now that I’m back, the bruises speak. Oh and they are beautiful. My muscles ache with memory. But it’s Your voice I hear the loudest. Your precision. Your power. And the softness You wove between each blow. I carry it with me. All of it. Every breath, every mark, every moment wrapped in obedience and ache.
Thank You for taking me. For trusting me. For making me Yours again and again.
I hope I made you proud. I hope I filled your cup and sated your appetite.
Until You call me back,
Your obedient treasure,
Talu