Thirty some odd years ago they took a chance.
Time has erased the irrelevant detail of who moved first.
He accepted her submission with pride and confidence and a little hidden nervousness.
She eagerly submitted to Him with wanton expectant abandon.
He was Her Master and she was His most prized gift.
Together they tried new things, experienced new feelings, and grew closer together.
He looked deep into her soul and she showed Him His.
The passage of time marched its inevitable march forward.
Each grew into a role now familiar; comfortable.
But as their bodies grew frail, their minds - those wonderful minds - looked into each other to continue to grow. To look to challenge. To look to experience. To look to grow together ever closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer to One.
One moment His physical heart failed Him, but she was by His side. She carried Him in his weakest moments.
How could she not? His heart beat for two. Her heart beat in rhythm with His.
That was ten years ago now.
Whatever happened to that power exchange?
He was still her Master. A term now used with such gentleness and affection off her tongue that still threatened to burst His heart with a humble pride.
She was still his most precious gift.
His reason to be the Man He was.
But the collars and cuffs and chains and whips rarely left the drawers these days. Fine presents their ancestors would blushing discover when they were finally resting together in that final peace.
These instruments of youthful lust were still prized possessions.
But their lives had transcended the need for these tools.
The connection that these helped establish was now complete.
One look from old twinkling eyes was all it took to rekindle those old desires.
The photo above?
Last year.
His 80th birthday.
She had invited a few old friends over for dinner.
His gift?
The greatest gift He could ever want.
For once again, she gave herself fully and completely to Him.
Micheal
