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| Polka_Doll |
I wrote this a while ago. It was an ideal, an aspiration, a hope for a (now failed) relationship:
In Public: I am your prized possession. Your pampered dolly. We laugh, we kiss, we hold hands. I gaze up at you admiringly. You teach me about art and philosophy. I bounce ideas off you for my writing. I know my place and respect you but speak my mind and express my opinions. You play with me whenever you want, wherever you want and I love it.
On our own, behind closed doors: I bend to your every will, your whim. You use me as a Doll to fuck and tease and abuse for your pleasure. You explore your sadistic side, indulge my masochistic side. We delve into the darker parts of our brains, the dusty, murky corners of the labyrinth that is my imagination. We push boundaries, we grow. I laugh, I cry, I scream, I beg, I obey. You clean my wounds and kiss away my tears. I sleep in your arms.
With others: We present as a strong and secure D/s couple. You show me off to people and I am proud to be yours. You offer me to anyone, at anytime and I comply without question. Sometimes together we pick a playmate, you will encourage my sadistic side, we will egg each other on and do the most despicable things. We will smile and laugh and kiss each other as we look at what we achieve.
I read it now and I can't decide if it's what I still want, what I need. If it is still my hearts desire I'm not sure I know how to get it. I'm not sure I'm brave enough to put myself out there. I think I might keep it as an aspiration for now, maybe just a fantasy.
| 30 May 10, 12:27 AM NotTheOne UK(TA), 2 yrs  |
As an ideal, it sounds almost ideal. I stared into the abyss, the abyss stared into me. It blinked first. |
