RubyTaylor214

You hate making decisions. You want someone to take control, tell how what to do, keep you out of trouble, make sure you're safe. You want to belong to someone, the ache in your soul is indescribably deep and empty. Your happiness is so much more when shared with another, you live to please. You need acceptance.. approval.. to know you've done a good job, but you would never ask. You blush when you ask for permission because it's something you're not used to..asking is so taboo, and the words feel so strange.. but strange can be so exciting.

You spend long moments at your job daydreaming about a rosey warm bottom, the slippity slap of rope ends on your skin, the tingling anticipation from the dark and the quiet.. submitting to the sounds of breath and shuffling of ropes and the firm touches as their hands deftly tie the knots and check for slack...waking to find the day is moving impossibly slow, all you want to do in this moment is to give yourself over. You wait for instruction, wanting to learn, hoping... is it time? Is it you?