After all this time I am still afraid.
I don't understand.
I love where our play sends my head.
I love sub space
Getting there is the problem.
I asked for the belt. I know I need the tears that only come from the belt but when he takes his belt off I cringe in fear.
Of my Dragon?
Good grief. I know he would never hurt me. My tears don't come from pain. They come from trust and total relaxation.
I am not afraid of the belt or the paddle or the whips or the ropes.
I'm afraid of letting go. My armor falling away. I am afraid of letting tears fall. Of letting my heart bleed