Your next door Dom

Life wakes me each day with its continued tasks, lists, and demands, taking more from me than I sometimes have left to give. The evenings fill with echoes and trains of thought as I compartmentalize the future and the past, trying to keep the kids in each box from bursting open.It does not take much to send me to the floor, panicking, suffocating under the weight of all the demands, each screaming that it should be prioritized at the top.I feel it build—the desire to escape, to shut off everything. I want to get on my knees and offer myself up, mind and body. To feel the tightness of the collar lock around my throat, which also brings a sense of safety and security, as it’s a promise, a ring of oath that I feel its grip. I kneel and offer you the leash, because I have to feel the grip of being tethered when everything around me is inconstant. Like my anchor in the storm, it feels solid and steady, able to hold me when the rest feel uncertain. On my knees, I offer myself. I give over my mind and will to you, with the need to let go and lose control. I don’t want gentleness or questions; I want to do as commanded, and I want to feel your palm across my ass, and my legs shake until they give way. I want to empty my mind in the meditation of answering just you, my centre and strength, with the simplicity of being directed and following through. The quiet calm as I give and you take until I can’t move or lift my head, and finally shut it all off in the safety of your arms. I want to escape completely into you.

La Passione non assaggia, divora. ⛓️♣️🖤