Three days of 24/7

As God (who doesn’t exist) is my witness I was sore, I was exhausted and I couldn’t sleep.

This was long ago. You can’t see it here but there far more to my life with the woman I love than hours as owner and property. There are really more hours where I care, tend, and help in the normal ways of man. But you wouldn’t be here if you wanted to read about those would you?

But we know our special hungers and are able to talk about them frankly. When she first came to live with me I wondered if years of frustration hadn’t left her needing a clear freedom to exercise her needs. She rejected it. Then not much later she took it.

My offer? To let her direct and control every minute of three days of my life. Use me, abuse me, do whatever she would with me. On her terms. No reservations. Understand I trusted her.

When I came home that day I knew that I’d be surrendering my rights, my independence to her. Promises among lovers and friends are contracts. I always honor mine. Better to beg and whine that be a liar.

That day I’d spent hours under her control, licking, hurting, whimpering. She blazed like a glorious comet. Myself, you are wondering what of this human doormat? I’d discovered pleasure, satisfaction and I’m sure it will astound you - peace - I’d only hypothetically existed.

So I found myself locked to a cold bare floor unable to sleep. Two more days would pass before I own myself again. I’d rather have been in my own comfortable bed beside her. I had doubts and fears. But on a deeper level I’d given myself to her and felt content.