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by: unknown She feels his strength but also his gentleness. She feels the insistent tug at her hai, too strong to be resisted, he is seeking to take possession of her and she is pulled to him, his lips hungerly devour her igniting her fiercy passions. A feeling of helplessness comes over her as she feels the tightness of the bonds against her pale skin restrain her, bending her to his will totally. She looks up at the man and knows that her complete surrender has begun. His gaze, his touch or slightest word and she is taken into the realm of her darkest desires, exposing her, capturing her senses, taking her will, holding her transfixed and lost in her submission. The strength, the love, the powerful control he weilds over her own deepest desires burst forth to flood her with primal reactions, conscious thought for her is no longer necessary in fact it is becoming impossible. She give him her submission and in return he gives her those visions that have always been locked away so deep in her soul that she spent most of her life consciously unaware of their presence, denying their existance. She closes her eyes and can no longer remember a time she wasn't his submissive, she cant even remember when he didn't own her, possess her, demand or take what he desired from her. She inhales the faint smell of leather, deeply entranced in a feeling of lightness that envelopes her, her body follows as does her soul. She soars as she offers herself to him, to become his desire for she is his possession to use as he will. The first fall of the whip hit on her quivering flesh. As each kiss follows the prior, something strains and breaks free within her. Her resistance, her last vestiges of resistance disappears replaced by her caraving to preform become and be whatever he desires. She offers herself up to the next kiss then another and then another and another as the final release comes. Her thoughts no longer belong to her, She is completly his, offering him all her dreams and deepest desires, he becomes in that instant truely her Master, the man worthy of her submission. She opens up to him like a flower to the sun. He then with honor and pride takes control of her mind, body and soul and knows that she will serve only him in this sacred way. She cries out her love and devotion, her pleading need for him, her arms strain against her bonds wanting to reach out to him, tears of yearning running softly down her cheeks. He lifts her chin to gaze deep into her pleading eyes as time stands still. At that moment the link between their souls blazes with a white hot intensity. Neither is deminished or wounded at the knowledge of their natural role and this acknowledgement has made them both stronger. Finding their places has made each stronger and more complete than they ever imagined. She offers him her will and he accepts it and kisses away her tears. She knows at this moment she is whole. She is completely fulfilled and peaceful. She knows that this exchange of power and the sharing of their energy has imprinted something on her soul that will change her forever. He offered her his control and guidance and she offers herself up to be controlled and guided as she sees fit. The Gift is given, the Gift is cherished. 
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