What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

Canadian whiskey…I..I don’t get it. Somebody explain why I should ever consider drinking it when there’s bourbon and other options.
 
The Ruin in His Kneeling

Yes, he kneels for me. But the meaning runs deeper than the act of submission. His knees touch the ground not because he is lesser - but because he trusts me to strip him bare and build him again.

Yes, my name is branded on his body. But that mark is more than ownership. It is a warning and a promise. A scar that says: he is mine to protect, mine to destroy, mine to resurrect.

To lead is not to take.
To command is not to consume.
To be a Domme - at least as I live it - is to cradle his surrender in one hand and press my hunger into his skin with the other.

He gives me his surrender, and I give him my responsibility.
He gives me his obedience, and I give him my hunger.
He gives me his heart, and I give him mine - fierce, relentless, unmerciful in its devotion.

And so when he kneels, the world may see submission -
but what I see is a man quivering in the heat of my gaze,
aching for the graze of my nails,
burning for the drag of my lips,
a man undone, ruined, and remade in the fire of my touch.

(Reposted from The Art of Getting Lit Laid)
OMG @Carmina24, what an amazing writing. I can see people I know in this...
 
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