Där långa skuggor ruva, Part II XXIII
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I’ve always had this image in my head my perfect master would be gentle and loving to me. Assertive yet quite and collected. Always calm and see’s me as this weak and frail being that needs to be protected, controlled, and kept safe because he first knows how I am and see’s me as too meaningful to him to lose. Because he loves me too much.
Yet he’d take me into the bedroom and beat me and be beyond rough with me. Have such passionate sex till I’m in too much pain to move from all the pain and just knock out in exhaustion from the hours of sex.
He’d let me talk and get everything out to him and there would be those rare moments where he pets and caresses me letting me know how he feels about me. Because he loves me for who I am.