. . . “Do you like being my slut, to use whenever I want? Do you want to be my property?”
Something in my head shifted at that moment. I wanted desperately to submit to him, but couldn’t seem to find the words. My mind was swimming. This was the first time in my life I truly felt I could give myself over to someone else, even if it was only for the brief times that we see each other.
I slowly breathed, “Yes…I want…to be…your slut.” I held him close, wrapping my legs around him.
It felt liberating to be able to sum up in just a few words everything I had been fantasizing about for months. But then I heard myself say, “Why do I trust you so much?”
I immediately regretted it…that was something that was supposed to stay in my head, to ponder later. I could analyze the significance of what had just happened at a later time. However, his response was exactly what I needed to hear.
He pressed his forehead against mine and said, “Because I trust you.”
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