BDSM is Love

My heart swells when I think of how lucky I am to have a Master, a love, and a companion as wonderful as my man. There is a part of me that will always behold him as the savior of my soul. When I was in a dark place he found me and brought me out into the light of his love. I’m am completely enamored of him. No one could say any different. We are affectionate in public, almost honeymooners in the amount of love we pour out on each other. It drips from us in our gaze and touch. I love it and hope that it never fades.

So much of what I have seen so far in community munches is different than how Master and I act. It’s almost like the submissive is not allowed to even interact with their dominant partner in a loving way or it would show something not proper. I’m not sure if it was a personal protocol within their dynamic that decided their actions or if we were just unabashedly affectionate to one another. I live in the glory of my Master’s adoration and love.

Some poetry I’ve written with Master in mind:

Affirmation

The Scent of Love

The Collar

Ode to Love