That is me, I own that - part 2

After that incident we talked about in part one, we have talked a little about sexuality, appeal and desire. Daddy continues to help me when I hesitate, or forget, or just plain don't want to say...'that is me, I own that.'

The other night, we were laying on our bed, and Daddy said, "Okay, little one, it's time for you to go get your shower, then you're going to get a wooden toy and a leather toy, and the buzzy toy out while I get my shower." I said yes Daddy.

After my shower he called me to him, pulled me across his lap and was just touching me. Then he said something and it led us back to that conversation. I peered at him over my shoulder and responded in an incredulous manner....I forget the exact conversation. He looked at me and said, "I changed my mind, don't get anything out of the box, just get the buzzy toy. I'll take care of the rest. We're going to do something that you've been needing." He left to get his shower and I got out the buzzy toy and plugged it in and began to read.

When Daddy came back from the shower he laid next to me and began kissing my neck as he closed my book and removed my glasses. He pulled back the covers and directed me onto my tummy. He kissed and stroked and spanked with his hand and then whispered in that lovely sweet and thick voice, "I want you to stand at the bottom of the bed, facing forward, hands behind your back."

I rose, turned, and felt his hands on my shoulders and his lips on my neck, which I bared for him. Then I felt silk slide across my eyes.

 

Then his hands were on mine and silk wrapped around and over and under my arms and hands, and as he worked, he spoke, "These are not the tightest of bonds, but they symbolize that we are bound one to the other, heart to heart, soul to soul, mind to mind."

  

He guided me to the bed and laid me on it, bid me roll onto my back, and again he spoke, "You are naked and vulnerable before me. You belong to me, and you are beautiful, all of you. You please me, all of you."

I felt the weight of him next to me on the bed and his fingers wound in my hair. "Your hair is red, the color of flame and passion and warmth. It is the passion with which you care for me and for this family. It is soft and I love the smell of it. It pleases me. It belongs to me." Tears began to fall behind the silk, soaking into the cloth. 

His fingers and lips moved to my face, "I love your mind. You are strong and intelligent. You kept this family going with your strength before me and when I have had to be away. I love the way you see things. I relish your submissive nature and what you have given me. It pleases me. It belongs to me."

...to my eyes, "I love your eyes, they are green and verdant. They see things no one else does. They have a vision that is clear and honest. They please me. They belong to me."

His fingers roaming my body every single inch, his voice soft and soothing, my tears flowing, my chest heaving...... all the way down to my toes (freshly painted sparkly hot pink) and as he went the world got smaller and smaller, and the thoughts in my head disappeared and new ones were turned away on the tide of his words, until there was nothing but his touch and his words and that thought.....I please him...... I belong to him. And nothing else matters, and was there never another truth, except that I belong to him and that he finds me pleasing, in heart....in thought.....in form....in love....in submission.....in service.

     

HIS POV:
This was something that I had wanted to do for quite a while. June definitely needed to feel how special she is to me... I try to tell her, and show her everyday...but as it goes so many times, actions speak a whole lot louder than words. This special bit of intimacy is a small example of strength in ownership and strength in submission. Truly, it is a beautiful thing.