#and i love you for loving me as im ever evolving

When I met you, I had a list of limits. We discussed them at great lengths, and you were so receptive and respectful of every single thing I mentioned.

We talked about how I’m a pain wimp, and I request that my Dom checks on my well being if I start crying.

I told you how I refuse to do any sort of bathroom play.

You agreed to work with my difficult cunt, to be gentle and caring.

I shared secrets about myself regarding trauma and terrible experiences.

You were perfect. The way you listened, the way you responded. I don’t think I could have asked for more.

Yet, I look at myself now, claimed wholly by you, and most of those limits are gone.

What an amazing thing - to feel so safe with you and in my place serving you that I have let some of these limits go.

I remember when I told you that you didn’t have to check on me if I started crying. You almost didn’t let me finish saying it. In fact, we had to talk for a while before you finally accepted that it was my decision, and I was fully comfortable with it.

You have never forced yourself upon me or forced me to give up any of my limits.

But here we are. Pushing me through tears as if they aren’t there. Currently working towards training me to piss on command. I regularly clean my plug with my mouth. And every night, I’m preparing for you to fuck my cunt like you would use any other fuckhole.

It’s a little overwhelming at times, but I never feel afraid. I’m the one who breaks down my limits, and no one else. I own my experiences.

I’m so happy to be on this journey with you, Sir.