Mine

Mine

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It made K&P over 3 years ago and was the reason I felt confident enough to consider myself a writer.  A fledgling one, one in need of polish and experience, but a writer none-the-less.

At this distance my words seem so simple and genuine.  Perhaps there is nothing to add to them except that I am His, every pore, he is my Muse, my Master, my Mentor, my Friend, my Lover.  He is the one I speak to first in the morning and last at night.

He has my back, I know He will catch me if I fall. He encourages me to fly even if that means He has to control Himself in that process. He knows I must grow, I must learn, I must connect, I must be eye.

But in all that I am always eye – in fact nous sommes eye. Together.

You are mine

When someone says these words to a submissive they go in very deeply. It is not something to be said lightly. It is not something that can be taken back very easily. It is not a small thing.

I think

If I belong to you I deserve to be thought about, not just on a whim or because of your mood but in a calm, ordered, planned and rational way. I will notice that you have noticed both the small things and the big things in my life. I will notice that you have paid attention to apparently throw-away lines from me, that you have considered my responses to questions and situations even from others. That you think about me when we are apart.

I care.

It matters to me that I matter to you. That you will care enough for me to want good things for me in all aspects of my life and to provide help and advice when I need it. That aftercare is a privilege and not a chore for you. That you will stroke my hair as well as pull it and will never give me the silent treatment.

I use.

My need to be used goes very deep within me which renders me vulnerable. I am in your hands both metaphorically and physically. This is a most essential part of me, given to you freely in order that I meet myself. Our mutual satisfaction of this need is a place with no barriers, no roles, no language. Just you and me.

I protect.

You are all around me. Wrapped like a blanket is your protection of me. It makes me strong when I feel weak. Reminds me of myself when I feel overwhelmed. Connects me to my breath by withholding and releasing it.

I teach.

A suggestion. A request. A guiding hand under an elbow. A reminder. A joke at a tense time. A virtual choke chain. A positive outlook. A willing student.

I am proud.

You celebrate my successes. They are no loss to you and I love to make you proud. It delights me and this process facilitates my growth.  Making you proud is my cornerstone, my touchpoint, my compass, my desire.  I am yours, every pore, just that.

Thank you Master, your eye x

10 thoughts on “Mine

      1. Certainly Eye, I’d be glad to — and thank you for asking! But first, I realize you may not be intentionally doing this in the least (I hope not), but do not minimalize your delightfully erotic image! You should be very pleased about your sexiness and sensuality! Nothing at all wrong with being that way! You deserve it. 🙂 ❤

        The words? …

        “You are mine” — “I think” — “I care” — “I use” — “I protect” — “I teach” — “I am proud”… are all phrases I have uttered many times in our lifestyle(s). For a Dom/Master/Top it is profoundly moving to know, to hear, to recognize, and be touched when someone (like yourself) UNDERSTANDS their pure true meaning, the breath of what is being given, shared, and experienced. You obviously appreciate their intented affect beyond just words uttered and heard. I am so moved that you too are connected to & with their art and sorcery. 🙂

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      2. Mmmm, good. Because you are an exceptionally sexy beautiful woman Eye. No shame in it. Not only embrace it, but ooze it with class. 🙂

        Yes, pictures are indeed… various thousands in a kaliedoscope of ways, timeless. But the visual senses are only one of some 10 to 12, right? 😉

        The reason I wanted to verify that was that I remember what sort of marriage & culture you’ve been a part of — somewhat stifling, correct? ❤

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