The first thing that springs to mind is that kink unexpectedly became a big part of our lives. It was always there – slumbering – but neither of us acted on it. We did have our playful moments, where kinky stuff were done, but it was not an outspoken part of our lives. Then came the one evening when the conversation turned to kink after I have shown my Husband a picture of a girl whose nipples were clamped with Japanese sticks. Talking, talking and talking we realized that something was slumbering all the time – I want to submit to him.
The way it has changed my life since then is that I am much more aware of my sexuality – every day. I love the rush I feel when I think of the nipplecharms I am wearing. I love to feel myself go wet when I think of a spanking I had. I love the feeling of excitement in my body when I feel my nipples still hurting of the clamps they had to endure the night before. And I love to write about what He did to me. I am thinking of my submission every day. Sometimes when we are at a store together and he gets his wallet to pay, I think: this is how it should be. He is my Master. Many times as I look in his eyes and see something glimmer there, I feel the love surge through me and I think: you are my Master, I am your sub.
Kink has improved my life in the way that feel I have found my place, that everything is as it should be. The kink is not what defines our relationship, but the natural way in which it found its way into our relationship is evidence that it is part of what defines my Husband and me.
Kink is here to stay…
(written on 25.08.2010)
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