Do you remember?

One persons misery is another persons pleasure.

You know what we talked about this afternoon? 

no one understands me like you do, i have no regrets, i cant promise you i will never again have struggles with my submission and the things we do, but im yours, always be. 

Do you remember a couple years back when i first asked you to punch me? im not sure who was more taken aback, and you did right in the stomach and i laughed and you did it again and i just couldnt get your clothes off fast enough, i confessed to you that i had this desire for violence, no implements just flesh on flesh, slaps, punches, kicks....damn the sex afterwards was amazing...yeah it always is but sometimes its just more so,  especially when you cater to my fantasies without judgement....i love you for that.

Do you remember when i attempted to stand my ground, refusing to get on the cross, i stood there naked, crying and begging that i couldnt take any more?  you was not pleased, but yet you were so calm standing there holding a whip, (and i was so brave stupid giving you grief) 6 more you said i had to take without being restrained, if i moved you would start again.

I got back on it and no sooner than i did i got straight off it again, looking at you pitifully for mercy, you just gestured for me to get back on, fucking hell i hung on for dear life, terrified of having to start at one again, that whole session (the other stuff you did as well) was one of the worst, remember how i sulked the rest of the evening..i wanted you to feel guilty and you didnt.  It still to this day remains one of my favourite memories.  I love your cruelty.

Do you remember one afternoon, i was in the shower,  you came in, you were in a 'im going to humiliate her' mood, you stood at the door, ordered me on my knees and pissed on me, then using your boot on my head, forced me face down in it, making me lick it up, that didnt satisfy you, you got a flogger and proceeded to flog my back...i orgasmed there and then.....you just instinctively seem to know that these things excite me even though the lady (ok slut, but only your slut) does protest too much.

Nobody could possess me like you do, i need, crave your control even when i do 'fight' it.

Yours.