Peace at last.

I can hear it, calling to me. I can feel it, coaxing me closer to that edge. Louder, faster, like waves of longing lapping at my soul. Needing to serve, the compulsion to please, craving that control that brings me to my knees and lifts my soul. Yielding to that primal act of service, peace begins to seep into my consciousness, draws me closer to the edge of release. Nervous energy thunders within my breast, intoxicating thoughts linger of the freedom within His bonds. I don’t have to think. I don’t have to respond. I don’t have to worry. I don’t have to do anything… but exist. Who I am, not who I try to be.

A woman.

A girl.

A submissive.

A slave.

The words flow from my dreams to my heart, across my soul back to my dreams. I can feel it in my heart. Giving way to the sounds of the waves, I can see it...

A smile beneath the moonlight, shoulders drop in submission as that peace washes over her. A simple touch to the tear streaked cheek confirms everything, not only for her but for himself also. He truly sees her, more than she was, beyond what she dreamed she could be. He sees it within her, stronger than potential, delicious connection whispered about in the heavens. The universe’s answer to the other’s prayers. All of that and more.

Her barrier crumbles, vulnerabilities revealed, finally free of the fear that kept her true self in hiding. Welcomed by his acceptance, drawn out by the pull of his mastery, skill of his dominance ~ much like the tides wash over the shore under the direction of the moon, she submits to His will. Her fate found within the beat of his heart ~ primal companion of her own. Influenced naturally His need. His direction. His love. She becomes His.

Peace at last.