Content note: This piece explores obsession, unhealthy attachment, self-harm references, and an intense M/s dynamic that may feel emotionally heavy or destabilizing.
The so-called definitive secret to successful mingling, at least in the vanilla world, is to “come from a place of joy” and to be, or at least appear to be, a “complete person” without the need of any other individual.
I lived for the thrill of lust and obsession. She just lived day to day.
We hadn’t known each other long but things moved fast and recklessly.
Just the way I like it.
Her walls of modesty faded rapidly. The content she would send became increasingly explicit. She was eager to please and to gain any compliment I might toss her way.
She embraced all of me early on: my darkest desires, deepest secrets and greatest flaws.
Her curiosity for the kink lifestyle turned into a desire for me and me alone. I hadn’t granted the title, yet she was as committed to me as if she were already my slave.
As each day passed, her devotion to me progressed in what some might see as unnatural.
She lost interest in most other things she would do to pass the time, including her self-harming behaviors. Her mind became preoccupied with me inflicting my own marks upon her body.
She revealed truths of herself that she had not yet fully grasped. Exposing experiences and twisted thoughts as if she was confessing to a higher power to save her soul from her own damnation.
Her life had been filled with a sense of emptiness, be it her insufficient connection to her family, her abusive relationships, or her own lack of self-worth.
Somehow, through all of the pain and punishment, she convinces herself she has discovered her truest self — that of servitude — within a dynamic with me.
As each day passed, I told her more of my plans to build a lifestyle household. She listened with excitement while showering me with encouragement to see the fulfillment of my desires come to fruition.
Together, as Master and slave, we create a household defined by my vision of utopia. It becomes a place of sanctuary from the outside world and all that has preceded.
For the first time in her life, she feels a sense of joy and completion with another person, her Master.
There is nothing I could say or do that would make her want to leave me. Ever.
We could have been so close to never happening, unless we were the dangerous type.
It hasn’t happened yet. It hasn’t happened.
Companion track: “Dangerous Type” – Letters to Cleo
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