Admissions
I woke this morning and felt ... different. I don't know what exactly has
changed, but something in me is not the same as it was even a day ago. I looked
in the mirror and was surprised to see it reflected there in the clarity of my
eyes and even in the glow of my cheeks.
He said to me ... "when we threw stones, you were mine." So long ago ... we threw
stones so very long ago. But the truth of those words resonated deep inside me
... and also troubled me. I thought of the words and their implication all day.
Later he asked me why I was so quiet. It was time to speak of these things ...
He had indulged me for a long time by not pressing me to talk, even though I am
certain he knew precisely what bothered me and why.
The release of those words and concerns did something to me. Through my
admissions, the fusion to him is more complete even than when he takes me. Each
time he takes me physically I become more and more his. But this ... the release
of pent up words and fears ... somehow went even beyond that. I understood then
why it is said that it is not permitted for a slave to keep things from her
Master.