limits

We all have limits....yours are hard to see at times and mine seem invisible. I assure you I have limits but they have not been tested fully and I yearn to explore the edges of them with you.
I want to bring you to the edge of yours too.

Does the clinking of the belt excite you MSR? Does the sound of the cane rattling on the bedpost get your sex moist? I hope so.

Do you see how I look at you as you tease me, bending over in your short chemise with the lips of your ass cheeks peeking at me? I watch you polish your nails and think of how they look against your sex. Do you see me longing for those hands?

I ask to help you so that I may hear your voice commanding me....I want to know that I've pleased you in so many ways.

My limits are not limits but rather a desire to be held in your esteem, to feel useful and honored...to be under your gaze, within your grasp, and if the world would permit, at the end of your leash and collar.

I have enjoyed our last few days together MSR. The sharing of our hearts, the hot hot sex, the running, the cooking, the conversation. I am smiling and longing to see you with an uplifted heart.