Once upon a time, a very long time ago in fact, I was searching for something that made me feel real.
To many Pinocchio and princess mixed metaphors?
Ah well, What can I say? Sometimes temptation gets the better of me.
Turns out, for all my running and searching, it was right there under my nose the whole time.
It quiets my mind, and brings peace to my soul.
It makes me feel alive, and is the one thing that makes everything okay. Even if just for a moment.
I have found that there's very little I actually need in life. His control is one of those things. It brings a stability to my chaotic mind that I just can't seem to find in anything else. It makes me...Okay.
In those moments
when he says that I am his
and I will do whatever he wishes, whenever he wishes it
For a while, I thought that he had made control my kink. But I was wrong--over time, he has ensured that it is my need. A need that only he can feed.
On a side note, I am terribly low on inspiration these days, so...You know the drill--questions? Answers? Ideas...?