#i left a mark
I let him feed on me…
The release was real.
I felt it to my core.
I cried out in agony. For help.
And the wolf came to me. As he often does.
Concerned.
Protective as he always has been.
Our connection always undeniable. But he chooses another and I understand. I have no expectations of him. For I know he chooses her, putting her needs over his. While his needs and wants sadly get ignored.
So I let him feed on me.
His hunger undeniable.
For I know he has been starved.
He needs the release.
And selfishly I needed the release as well.
For I was not chosen.
By him or the others.
But I choose me.
And I choose to let him feed off me.
And out of fear I did not dare touch myself without permission.
I needed him to heal, put his needs first as so many others had with me, but this time it was my choice.
And then he called, knowing I wouldn’t pleasure myself without permission, so that my needs were met. And this is the one way I will obey even though he does not own me, as I can not deny his voice. His growl.
And I did need to know that another could make me cum.
That my former Master no longer had control over my orgasms.
No longer held the leash.
The leash had been cut.
And the wolf told me to feed off him.
As he licked my wounds.
Devoured me.
Fed on me.
Ravished me.
And our release came.
Waves of pleasure.
And I was once again brought to my knees, humbled, by a man…
A wolf.
Who I marked.
And I tasted my orgasm when it was done.
Knowing it is what Master would have wanted. And I liked pleasing master. Orgasms brought him joy so he would never deny me that.
And I know he watched. From afar. Leaning on the door jam of my mind.
For our connection is strong.
And I remembered he granted me orgasms in his absence.
And although there is no leash. No control.
A collar still remains…
And if Master never returns…
my hope is that in time I will have the strength to remove it on my own.
•••
Time to heal little one.
Yes, Master.
Thank you Lord.
Namaste
Amen
Om Blessed Be.
Love Heals. Period.
XO
