this time two years ago, if I’d told myself I would be in a loving, permanent D/s relationship, there would have been scornful laughter the likes of which this world has never seen.

but here I am, with an understanding of power and grace and strength and support that goes beyond what I could have imagined. we fall seamlessly in and out of play and seriousness, always equals but always understanding why we need the other. he’s my warrior, and I protect him too.

it’s not about toys (though we have a collection), it’s not about knots (though we tie them), it’s not about pain (though there is discomfort when the time is right). it’s the natural rise and fall of strength and energy, and about finding loving ways to feel in control in a world where everything else can fall apart at any moment.  it’s about surrender and responsibility for both of us. and it’s beautiful.