This one is from the heart:
Before I met him, I was dying inside. My mind, which often betrays me, was at war with itself. Dragging me down to the depths of depression and anxiety. Telling me I was worthless. I didn’t deserve happiness and would never find it.
Then I met him and he revived me. He showed me how to have fun again. Made me feel alive. Gave me my spark back. I look forward to each time I see him, because I know we will find some way to have fun together. He's shown me how to like life again.
And he doesn’t shy away from my desires. He knows I want him to control me in the bedroom and he does. I want to bend to his desires. I want him to use me.
So last night when he took off his belt, wrapped it around my neck, and led me to the bedroom, I went willingly, silently. The anticipation of what he would do to made my pulse race and my panties wet.