Deleted Member Posted November 20, 2021 Posted November 20, 2021 I really fuckin miss being owned. Like, really miss it. Not just the filthy, kinky fuckery. That's always awesome. But I miss the connection to another, by an invisible thread. That I can feel, deep in my soul. That I know he feels too. I miss the acts of service that I do, because I just need to please him. I miss the little things he does, because he cares. I miss the goofing around and ridiculous laughter. In-jokes. I miss having my hair played with while we Netflix and chill. I miss giving back rubs because he's had a tough day and his shoulders are tight. I miss being given a task, because he knows he can and he knows I'll do it, and it pleases him. I miss preempting his needs. Oh and I miss all the kinky fuckery. I really fuckin miss being owned.
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