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MHOO314 -> 48 hours (1/31/2006 8:47:36 PM)
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This isn't a rant, it isn't a question, but it IS real and I hope it reaches every soul out there even for a few brief moments--She sits down, stretches long legs, sips Her martini and starts:
Thursday morning at 8:15, a plane takes off from My town--bags checked, seat assigned, coffee purchased, seatbelt buckled,--
The plane pierces the morning sky--and Her thoughts turn to him, the boy, the reason She flies to the Northwest. The boy, who emailed over 4 months ago--" i am too far away, but i feel something..."--he grabbed My head, My attention--like no one else-- I work in international marketing, I know no borders, no boundaries, no territories...3,000 miles was nothing especially when he writes his first words on My soul.
You think we Dommes review subs like dishes at a buffet, not all of us, not many of us, not Me. His first note was humble yet strong, quiet yet intelligent--he never expected Me to write back and say--I know no borders---speak to Me--and we began--chats, many chats, My rule is communicate--and he did, we chatted about everything-- the weather, corporations, animals, horses, teen, politics, flowers, food--notice no mention of sex, not one conversation about sex--
and we began--over 120 chats--about everything--his voice, the man, the submissive, braided into a single marvelous human being--I told him, be My pillow when I am weary, be My blanket when I am cold---he said--let Me please you and be pleased that I do--
20+ phone calls--life, family, sun---in the first weeks he knew I was a Domme, Woman, single Mom, Marketing Exec--he knew I felt pain from the death of My mom, he knew My schedule, My life was different he knew I was injured from My beloved horse--- and we chatted, we laughed, we braided the rope of our lives--he opened to share him, himself, his soul--as he did My breath caught in My throat--hot, dry, passionate--for what he was made Me better--for what he is will allow Me to be Me--free, at peace.
We laughed talked, he sent pictures of places, his town, things to do and see--and always the dance of the D/dynamic subtle, powerful, ever present, yet woven--silently.
In 48 hours, I will feel him, see him, experience the him that lies silently waiting for acceptance--the Mistress arrives--the boy awaits---the Woman prepares, the man anticipates--hearts race, minds wonder--is it now?
In 48 hours.
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