I had been with this man before, and always walked away tantalized
and mystified at the same time. What was it that kept me coming
back for more, longing for the next time I am invited over? I
crave the sound of his voice, the deep penetrating gaze from his
dark delicious eyes, and most of all, his firm, yet loving touch.
He does not dominate me in a traditional sense… yet again he
does. He is very quiet and doesn’t say much. He issues soft,
simple commands and uses body language and looks to communicate
other things. When I am with him, I feel like a big chunk of me is
torn off and left with my dom every time I see him. It is up to me
to regenerate myself, to regain my strength and be strong so that
I can endure the whole process over again if he desires that it be
so, endure it and celebrate the rapture of surrender, both physical
and mental.

I was trying to find a word for this thing yesterday. Liason? It
feels like more than an “affair”. It is melting into the very core
of me. I will always remember this. “Treasure” is the perfect word.
He tells me about his childhood fantasies of capturing and
tantalizing women, and about how he was titillated but disturbed by
them at the same time. Here I am offering him an outlet for some of
the things he thinks about. I asked him if he had to be serious and
studious all the time or if there was something that he got to do
that was fun and wild. He laughed and said, “This is pretty fun and
wild!” and he was right.

He called me last week, and suggested we get together on Friday
night. I spent the week in the most delicious state… I went
shopping on Sunday and bought a new shirt, gauzy material of cobalt
blue with silver threads running vertically through it, that
buttons all the way up the front. And I bought a cobalt blue lacy
bra that fastens in the front. He loves to unbutton and unfasten,
very slowly. I had to make sure everything would be just right for
my loving master. He liked my new clothes. And he opened up that
front bra clasp with one fluid motion – those are tricky!

He was tired, he had just gotten in when I arrived at 9pm. But he
rallyed and revived and we had a slow smooth time together.