BDSM is Love

Dated: 10-5-06

Dear Master,

You are so excited about your new computer. I am happy for you too. I do like the attention I’m getting while you wait in anticipation. You reach over and touch me, lean down to kiss me; I can’t help but think this is all a part of your excitement and it will fade when your equipment arrives.

I know you are not like that really. You have always been wonderfully affectionate. I love that you touch me so much. It reminds me that I am owned by you; cared for by you; possessed heart and soul by you. It’s a power that keeps me cleaving to your side. I love you so much Master.

I’m nervous and excited myself about the new wooden paddle on its way. I don’t know how it will feel on my flesh. Will it be tolerable sting? Ferocious thud? Something in between? What if I don’t like it? What if I love it, but you don’t? (silly thought right?) whatever it may be, I anticipate a long hard task of exploring the paddle.

My essay is really hard this week. It is leaving me questioning what part of me is submissive and what is just being a good human being. I know that my desire to please you is a quality, but I don’t have more to go on than that. I don’t know. I have a lot more thinking to go yet.

I hope to have a decent beginning of an essay for you Saturday. We can talk about it if you wish as a part of our anniversary maybe? I know you have other plans and I certainly wan to try to get to them all.I look forward to celebrating finding each other across an ocean. It’s so wonderful that we are together. I love you Master. Forever. Protect me and keep me safe, always.

–luna