trust

Secrets I tell no one, I tell you.

I need your firm hand on my face. I need the strength of your arm as you wield the belt and the force of your fist in my ass. I crave the humiliation of your cane. I long to serve for your pleasure. Tie my hands and hoist me up to be whipped at your command. I want to feel your cries of pleasure as my ass is impaled and my skin is cracked and welted. Let me kneel at your feet, under them, while pleasure is given to you. I want to revel in your desires.

I have only shared the dark secrets of my desires and fears with you. Yet as I tell you, I feel afraid. I fear that what I have shared is not embraced, will be spilled out and lost in a void.

MSR, you have this trust. Please hold it carefully. I will do my best to share freely with you and let our desires grow and flourish.