That is why

“That is Why” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by B-liever

Will you come with me to Brittany? Walk with me along the beach. Let’s go to the North Sea beach. Right here in the Netherlands. As the driving rain lashes down. The rain wets your skin. You’re wrapped only in a blanket. And I, I’m with you. Your eyes make me kneel and look up in awe because there’s nothing more beautiful than you! Right where we celebrated summer. Making love on the beach during that sultry summer evening. Not because we wanted to, but because you thought we had to. That’s why.

Are you coming?

Are you coming to our house? Up the stairs. Is that the kitchen or the bedroom? On our way to the roof, or will we slide down together into deep valleys? There, where I sank between the sheets and your warm legs. There, where I was allowed to give you everything I couldn’t express in words. My lips, tongue, and tone. You enjoyed it, you said, inaudibly, and then you pulled me by my hair. Up, pinched my nipples, pressed your knee against my cock and balls. That’s why.

Hard, not cruel but loving. It couldn’t be real. You, the contrast. You did it because you had to. Without reason, no explanation, and I drowned in your eyes. Your hand closed over them and then around my neck. I didn’t struggle for breath but felt your breath on my face. So safely close. So warm. So comforting. So everything, and I was free. Then you let go and I fell. Backward. Slid right off the couch onto the carpet, and I lay at your feet. That’s why.

Reading Aloud

There I sat. So close to you, and you taught me to read. You in the chair, me on the floor. Not against your legs, but so close to your feet. You handed it to me, and I opened the book. You wanted me to read it aloud because you wanted to be sure I understood it. So you stroked my hair when you were satisfied and rested your finger briefly on my shoulder when you wanted me to repeat it. We argued, a conversation yes, about the content, and when I said I disagreed, when I pointed out you were wrong, you calmly explained that it wasn’t possible. You were always right, you were always the wisest, and it was my free will to follow. That’s why.

How you enjoyed it. That I walked behind you. Looked at your butt, the tight skirt, the beautiful stockings. And I saw you as a peacock, radiating your splendor to all who see you walk. Just like that, as you beckoned me to walk beside you and I skipped with joy because I’m happy with you. That. On the boulevard somewhere in Spain. Early spring or a late autumn sun. Drinking too much, three bottles, and in each other’s arms. Best buddies, even though you loathe that word. Then you say “perfect partners” and I look so proud and happy. Proud and happy and, above all, free with you. That’s why.

That’s why

Why are you coming with me? That’s why? Because you lead, you’re in charge. Because you understand that there are men who want to kneel and can’t even last long. Then it’s about wanting, doing, and persevering because she loves you and you love him! That, that’s why. When you strike him and see his legs tremble. He hangs in shackles and doesn’t beg you to stop. Then there’s no doubt in your mind whether to strike twice more or not. Then you strike. Because he is a slave and you are not. You are his owner. That’s why.

Vulnerable

Even before you saw him, you knew it was you. Proud, fierce, strong, decisive. You know he’s coming. Man, vulnerable, submissive, and wise. Because you are all of that too—even the masculine—and you see in him everything that you are: proud, fierce, and full of strength. And it’s only possible when you’re together. That’s why… you leave him naked in the corner when you’re there. At the party with too many people. You see him. The shiver down his spine. You feel his senses on high alert. And you enjoy it. Like a plaything, wax in your hands. Your fingers gripping him, the beautifully painted nails. And he sees it! He, so proud of you. That’s why.

And now? Friday night. What are you doing? Alone on the couch. Having a boring conversation with someone on your phone. WhatsApp, liked on Facebook? Or are you playing with his balls. Just there, resting, letting all your fingers be emphatically present for a moment. Did you feel him shift? His body, your body. Proud. That you lead. Exercising together, moving, enjoying together. Happy in each other’s arms after work. Free and so bound. He completely dependent on you, full of pride, because you, you two, him. That’s why.

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Text: B-liever
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