tobeyours-m

[tobeyours-m]

Everything happened too fast...

I haven’t get to take my heart back before you lose your hand and drop it scattered everywhere.

[tobeyours-m]

I can’t describe how much I hate it without a Master. It’s like a part of me is taken away.

[tobeyours-m]

Sometimes I feel lost

I feel the submissive inside me is lost

I feel I’m unable to give

Unable to trust

Unable to hand out myself to someone else

I’m afraid

It hurt me, your left. It hurt me in a way that... I find no one I can lean on to. Everybody looks scary to me now.

It’s too dangerous to give like how I used to. That girl is so easy to fall but she needs a firm hand to take hold of her. So when she falls, she doesn’t smash herself against the hard cold ground.

But you... I once believed you are accountable and you would make me safe. But looking back, I can’t recognise now... what was the things that hold me. Considering what you did to me, it isn’t justifiable to say you land me a firm hand.

Im angry. Because you cheated me. You made me fall for you. But you’re in fact a liar. Because you won’t tell me all that you want to handle and receive is only the sweetest devotion from a submissive soul. Nothing about the riddle effect of submission you would want to lay a finger on. You can fake one or two times being the “good dom”, but eventually you won’t be able to fake any longer. You won’t even bother tring to fake it. So you left.

But what do I know? The above comment, is merely an assumption of why you do what you did.

[tobeyours-m]

The smell of sex

You leave your scent

I left mine too.

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I have your smell on my hair Master

For so many times I told him after our session

I enjoyed his lingering scent, as if the session hasn’t end, his existence extended. He’s not here with me, but he is. It provides a sense of safety, satisfying and calming my soul and help me deal with the inevitable separation.

So I never wash hair right after our session.

And one day, he replied: I smell you too.

For a second I paused and thought what’s smell is it? Then soon I realised.... its the smell of our sex... my sex... I’ve messed his bedsheets. My wetness that flowed down my thighs and over my ass. I’ve squirted all over. I’ve left my scent too.

In his apartment.