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My Master is a warrior with the soul of a poet. He is stronger than anyone I've ever known, but can be so gentle, vulnerable, and loving with me. He is the perfect essence of masculinity. There is nothing false about Him. He is never a pose or a position. He just... is.
I love how He shows me His emotions, raw and unguarded. Even at His most vulnerable, He is not weak.
He lives His life with honor and integrity that are foreign to most. Even before I fell in love with Him, I admired those traits. I didn't realize that my life and my future would depend on them. His honor and integrity give rise to a loyalty like nothing I have ever seen before. When He says for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer... I know He will mean those words and hold them sacred as long as He lives.
Master adores me, spoils me, loves me to distraction. And yet, He is still firmly in command. When I step out of line, I am brought back, sometimes gently, sometimes not, but always with love... an insistent sort of love. He will not allow me to be anything less that my best. He will see to it that I do everything I need to do to fulfill my deepest purpose. (a subject upon which he speaks MOST eloquently. Better than I ever could)
My friend Shannon says that no relationship is perfect, and that there is no prince charming. She is interested in realistic expectations. And I get sad every time I hear her say that. I have perfection. Not that either Master or I is perfect, but He is perfect for me, and we are perfect together. I couldn't ask for a better man, if such a thing even existed. I feel very much like a fairy tale princess, happily ever after with my Beloved.
I love how He shows me His emotions, raw and unguarded. Even at His most vulnerable, He is not weak.
He lives His life with honor and integrity that are foreign to most. Even before I fell in love with Him, I admired those traits. I didn't realize that my life and my future would depend on them. His honor and integrity give rise to a loyalty like nothing I have ever seen before. When He says for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer... I know He will mean those words and hold them sacred as long as He lives.
Master adores me, spoils me, loves me to distraction. And yet, He is still firmly in command. When I step out of line, I am brought back, sometimes gently, sometimes not, but always with love... an insistent sort of love. He will not allow me to be anything less that my best. He will see to it that I do everything I need to do to fulfill my deepest purpose. (a subject upon which he speaks MOST eloquently. Better than I ever could)
My friend Shannon says that no relationship is perfect, and that there is no prince charming. She is interested in realistic expectations. And I get sad every time I hear her say that. I have perfection. Not that either Master or I is perfect, but He is perfect for me, and we are perfect together. I couldn't ask for a better man, if such a thing even existed. I feel very much like a fairy tale princess, happily ever after with my Beloved.