Sometimes I wonder what happens when I'm with him. We can be talking. Normal stuff. About our days. What happened. What's going on. Frustrations. Or laughing. Silly stuff. Irony.
He says, "Are you ready, my good girl?"
And something switches.
Everything about me feels different. It's like the body snatchers have arrived and I'm replaced. I'm almost watching from outside myself. That question, in itself, can get me to that "subby" place.
My voice changes. I can hear it. I can feel it. I sound little. Like a child.
Sometimes I wonder if that is part of the dynamic for me. Being a "little." We've never purposely pursued that. Sometimes it's how I feel, though. Sometimes it's the place I just naturally go.
But, not always.
Sometimes I feel wanton. Insatiable. That's what I call him, actually. Insatiable.
Sometimes I feel soft.
Always I feel pliable.
And always I feel. That's the thing about him
He makes me feel