“Dear Jennifer”, I began writing. Trying to compress my letters as small as they would go.
“I just wanted to take a moment and put into words how much I’ve loved this past year together. This is hard for me to write, because as a dominant it’s hard to let myself be seen as vulnerable around you. But you’ve let me be so in ways I’ve struggled to be around anyone else. I feel safe, and supported; I feel here with you I can truly be myself,” I wrote, before pursing my lips as I squinted down at what I had written.
“Fuck, Is that how you use a semi-colon?” I muttered to myself before begrudgingly waving that thought away and carrying on.
“Despite the roles we play, you have always been there…”, but a series of low grunts tugged my attention away from my writing. I glanced upwards, my gaze meeting Jennifer’s as the woman’s head sat cocked to one side quizzically. One eyebrow raised in silent question above her vibrant blue eyes. I chuckled softly to myself as I leaned down, kissing her across the bridge of her nose. My hand slipping gently behind her neck to pop open the buckle of her gag before tugging the rubber ball free of her mouth.