Sub. Mission.

You know who you are.  You walk with head held high while you stride with confidence.  Yeah.  You.  You are in charge with so many responsibilities and more than enough people relying on your abilities.  You’ve got this! You are in complete control.  But oh my … wouldn’t you like to lose that control just once in a while?

You know who you are.  You arrive at my door with your heart all aflutter and a bead of sweat running down your back.  That sweet moment when you could still turn around has gone the minute you ring the bell.  Fate is on the other side and she waits for no-one.  It is time to breathe in and it is time to breathe out.

You know who you are.  With eyes downcast for fear of showing yourself too soon you await further instruction.  Every cell in your body is fizzing.  Let it be excitement at becoming undone.  Decide that.  Understand that.  It has taken you all this time to get you from there to here.  Now you need only trust this one human being in front of you.  You will be taken care of.  Trust me.

You know who you are.  Have you ever come undone? Do those words make you wonder what it would take for you to become undone? Can you imagine what it is to give your power to another person? The trick I suppose is knowing them well enough to make their body dance.  You know that dance.  The one that starts with the breath and ends with a gush.  Arousal would be a snake if it were a word.

The mission is no longer impossible.

You know who you are.

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