The time that He gives me

July 27, 2020

D/s can be so much more than a spanking, or rope, or blowjobs on demand.

Here is a short writing based around a subtler aspect of the D/s relationship that i am involved in.

i hope that you all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it.

His time

i'd been feeling so down...the cycle of depression hitting hard and proving harder than normal to get out of, what with the state of our world and all.

He had told me, before, how He was no stranger to depression and loneliness, and that i could always reach out to Him when i felt this way.

It was with this in mind that i texted Him, and let Him know that i was feeling bad, and only getting worse.

"Call Me", was His response.

i called Him and, after exchanging pleasantries, He inquired as to the source of my depression. i explained to Him best i could, and i know He understands.

As it worked out, He was out running errands and wanted to know if i'd be free to have some lunch in a few hours. "Yes, Sir M--", the affirmation out of my mouth even before He'd finished speaking.

The call ends and i hurry to finish a few things and get ready to meet Him. Light traffic coupled with His habit of driving fast puts Him at my house a few minutes ahead of schedule but i was ready and waiting for Him. i rush outside to meet Him and He opens His arms wide, inviting me in for a hug.

Any sort of human contact---so rare these days, with the Pandemic and anything other than a wave from across the street considered a potential health risk. But nonetheless needed; all the more needed in this time of uncertainty and loneliness. And i trust Him to not put me in danger. i know that He will never knowingly put me in harm's way.

We embrace. i try to melt in to Him. To feel warm, and safe, and protected, even if it is only for a few minutes. He kisses the top of my head.

Time is so precious, perhaps the number one non-renewable resource in our brief, fragile lives. i know how busy His life is; how time is truly of an essence and of utmost importance for Him. All the things that He wants, and needs to accomplish. All of the things, and people, that depend on Him. i am ever grateful for the little time that He does carve out for me.

i am ever grateful that, He has never broken off an embrace with me.

"I can't make you feel better, but at least I can get you out of the house for a bit, and hopefully provide you with a pleasant afternoon." His smile, His eyes. So warm and open.

We've arrived at a local park with our take out lunch. Guiding me to a picnic bench, we sit side by side. i take my seat, both legs tucked under the table; He sits so that He is more facing me, one leg swung out.

i scoot a little closer to Him, an action that does not get past His observant eye.

"You may sit as close as you would like", He says. Taking full advantage, i scoot closer, closer, till again, i am wrapped in His arms, leaning against His chest.

Out of the corner of my eye, i see His lunch, still sitting in it's wrapper on the gray concrete slab that constitutes the tabletop. i know how hungry He is. i feel bad, He being so hungry and His food getting cold.

i could sit like this forever; feeling safe in His embrace. Reveling in the human contact and intimacy. but i know that He is hungry and so i break off the embrace and slide back over a bit.

i am so grateful for this one thing that He gives me, that no one can ever get back, or be repaid for.

His time.