FLASHBACKS OF THE GOOD GIRL

A scent. A song. A line from a book. A scene from a movie. Then the flashback to a memory buried so deep that it surprises you when it rises vibrantly to the surface of your conscious mind.

The Scene.

I crave that feeling of his Dominance over me. At times, it is unbearable. My pussy tingles so badly for his touch; how he would order me to crawl to him. I was his puppy. Naked in body and mind I would go to Him on command and he would sit so calmly in his chair, his eyes intently staring into my mine. The feel of his pant leg. Letting me drink from the bowl while he would crouch down and whisper what a “good girl.” I was. The strength of his hand as he stroked me, first my head and back, then in more private places, still moistens my thighs.

The Power of Kink.

I’ve tried to bury some of my desires. Relationships begin and end, and this unique chemistry isn’t something to be transferred so easily. There is a romance to a fetish, the desires that lay in waiting.

There is no generic approach. Surrender is the most vulnerable and honest of actions. The giver moves without hesitation, just a willingness to share this sacred piece of herself. The receiver embraces the pleasure, and vulnerability; dark and light parts equally. There is nothing more beautiful than the unexamined part of ourselves. The parts that may lay dark and dormant and misunderstood.

Clarity in Misunderstanding.

The clarity comes when He makes it clear. In that moment where he lets you know that you are right where you need to be. My body, mind and soul find ground at this feet. The feral animal in me finds the treat.

Good girl.