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Beuford -> Why do you? (12/21/2007 5:52:03 AM)
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Why?
When I can look at a person with pride, Just because they choose me. Their beauty shinning, glowing when they look at me. Their eyes searching mine for guildense. Their eyes glossing over as I begin to take them places of their dreams. Just the pride of their being with me.
As I begin to lay out my tools they look at me with a mix of fear, anticipation, and absolute trust. Although they are uncertain of their ability to take what I offer, I know in my heart they can and will. Their resolve to trust my skills and push themselves to please me by taking what I have to offer.
As I begin to work on them, the twitching muscles . The sighs of anticipation, waiting for the next touch, sensation, scream. The nervous twitch in a leg, the shudder of a shoulder. All this fuels me, makes me centered. My gift to them is control. My focus is theirs. My intent is unmistakable, them. I'm inside them now, with them. Knowing what is needed, feeling what is next and the result it will have. Making a back shudder with a flogger, or dance with a signal whip. A carefully applied nipple clamp, or a pinch. A shudder and a sigh, I feel their pleasure. I feel their building of emotion. I feel their relaxation, their acceptance of what is inevitable.
My control over them is now complete. They have surrendered to my will. I now build with them an intensity they have dreamed of. Feared, longed for . They have given me the responsibility of their journey, their trust. As I continue to build the intensity of my touches, they begin to waiver. They begin to drift to their dream. A release of spirit, of reality. Their eyes half open, glossed over, I ask if they remember their words. They answer "yes Master" and repeat them for me. Groggy and distant their words are true and tell me where they are. They are mine. Mind, body and soul are mine if not just for the moment. My respect, resolve and admiration are completely theirs. My resolve to them not to fail is absolute.
As I bring them to their place, just slightly increasing my intensity, I watch as they drift off. The relaxation of their entire body, the wave of bliss. Totally washing over them, they are there. Drifting and happy. My euphoric gift to them. Only possible with their surrender, their trust. At this moment, just for a moment, I feel like a God. What they allowed me to do for them makes me rise to an above human status. Just for a moment, the world is gone. It's just us, a perfect moment. I keep her there as long as I feel is safe, I want her safe and with me. The responsibility sharpens my focus and resolve even more. My pride swells as she drifts from my skills. I watch and keep her safe, smiling softly as she's floating. The unseeing eyes look at me, the vision of sight with out seeing.
As she softly drifts back to me I hold her close. Softly stroking her hair, I whisper my admiration to her. Telling her of my pride and amazement of her. The unspoken love. My arms engulfing her, she knows there is no safer place in the world. She is untouchable, completely cared for. She looks in my eyes and I see her gratitude and we grow even more complete. We are, if just for a moment, Perfect.
This is why I do.
Thanks for reading. Why do you? Beuford
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