Master,
I have to tell you that I really wanted to handwrite this…
When you tied my last hand, so that now my feet and hands were bound, I pulled at you just a little bit…
…and then my body fell into the freedom that it presented. I could pull, which I did, as hard as I wanted. When I restrain myself, when you tell me not to move, I don’t get that freedom. While I was laying, face down on that pillow with my hands and feet tied, I couldn’t move away from you, so I had to face what you were doing to me, confront my feelings about it. Not confront as in fight, but confront as in this is what I wanted for so long, I could hardly breath.
lucky girl! How I envy her experience~~