Piano keys
I discovered you before I discovered music. I always liked feeling things with my fingertips, touching, exploring. For hours, I could get wrapped up in simple sensations like my hand in a jar of dried beans, closing my eyes, being only with my fingers, in the feeling of rain or the shower on my hand, on my naked shoulders, shivers running down my spine, each touch of dried bean or drop pressing against the nerve endings on my skin.
With you, there is the same kind of absorption. I could spend hours with your skin, exploring, stroking, feeling, watching the way the muscles change under your skin as you breathe, watch goosebumps appear and disappear, watching the colour change with the blood circulation, depending on what your capillaries are doing. When I hit you, they appear red on your otherwise yellowish white skin and slowly lose their glow, fading back into yellowish white. When I scratch you, there are searing white lines that cool into red lines which finally turn a rosy shape and then disappear entirely.
If there was a way to draw the texture of your skin, I could build one from scratch. I know where your skin is soft and smooth, where it's rougher and less flexible. I can map the parts of you that give you goosebumps blind, I know the trails my fingers have to take to send fingers down your spine, and the exact amount of pressure that I need to make you smile with your eyes closed.
This, too, is a form of manipulation. This, too, is part of being the dominant part in a D/s relationship. I must be able to control your body and its reactions at my will. I can also cause you pain - stinging, unfriendly pain, as well as deeper impacts that cause the deep pain on the surface grow into a glow of warmth and a dull pleasure which spreads out, one after another. I can do that in my sleep. I can calm you down with a touch, I can send shivers down your spine, I can make you feel warm and cared-for, you are mine.
Today, I played the piano for an hour, eyes closed, thinking of you. My fingers stumbling along the keys remind me of the first weeks with the two of us - I had to learn movements, impacts, angles. I had to learn rhythms that work, movements, when to put strength behind a touch, when to hold back, when to let my hands move on their own accord. I am not good with music, and I can't read very fast, but the sensation of my fingers on the piano keys, the sounds that vibrate through the air at each touch, the feeling of the smooth surface of each key as I press them, the soft sounds - it is like learning you all over again.
With you, there is the same kind of absorption. I could spend hours with your skin, exploring, stroking, feeling, watching the way the muscles change under your skin as you breathe, watch goosebumps appear and disappear, watching the colour change with the blood circulation, depending on what your capillaries are doing. When I hit you, they appear red on your otherwise yellowish white skin and slowly lose their glow, fading back into yellowish white. When I scratch you, there are searing white lines that cool into red lines which finally turn a rosy shape and then disappear entirely.
If there was a way to draw the texture of your skin, I could build one from scratch. I know where your skin is soft and smooth, where it's rougher and less flexible. I can map the parts of you that give you goosebumps blind, I know the trails my fingers have to take to send fingers down your spine, and the exact amount of pressure that I need to make you smile with your eyes closed.
This, too, is a form of manipulation. This, too, is part of being the dominant part in a D/s relationship. I must be able to control your body and its reactions at my will. I can also cause you pain - stinging, unfriendly pain, as well as deeper impacts that cause the deep pain on the surface grow into a glow of warmth and a dull pleasure which spreads out, one after another. I can do that in my sleep. I can calm you down with a touch, I can send shivers down your spine, I can make you feel warm and cared-for, you are mine.
Today, I played the piano for an hour, eyes closed, thinking of you. My fingers stumbling along the keys remind me of the first weeks with the two of us - I had to learn movements, impacts, angles. I had to learn rhythms that work, movements, when to put strength behind a touch, when to hold back, when to let my hands move on their own accord. I am not good with music, and I can't read very fast, but the sensation of my fingers on the piano keys, the sounds that vibrate through the air at each touch, the feeling of the smooth surface of each key as I press them, the soft sounds - it is like learning you all over again.