2004-10-22
Proposal
Letter to my wife:
Just say, “YES!” That is all I ask. What I want from you is not dirty and dark, but natural and beautiful! Agree to submit to me for a night and I promise that you will not be disappointed. Agree to submit and we will enjoy a weekend like we have not had in years. Agree to submit and I promise to take you places you have secretly fantasized about, but have never let yourself dare venture.
I know you are scarred, but don’t be. “No” might be the easier thing to say, the “safe” thing to say, but you know me, trust me, love me and know I will not hurt you. Let yourself go and let me seduce your body with the feelings and sensations that you have always denied yourself. “But what”, you might ask, “might it be like to submit to you? What would you do to/with me?” That feeling of the unknown is part of the intoxication. The fact that you read those dime-store (trashy) romance novels tells me that you very well know what sorts of things I have in mind. Let your mind wonder and fantasize about what will happen, let yourself revel in the stomach knots that come from the mystery, suspense and fantasy.
Imagine a weekend without the kids, just the two of us at home, the peace, the quiet, the relaxation. A long therapeutic massage that finalizes your relaxation and slowly dims your perception of mother before becoming more sensual and reminding you of your role of lover. Imagine your skin warming to my touch; imagine it beginning to respond. Imagine the slow stirring of the feelings of sexuality creeping back through your body. Imagine eventually wanting more than a massage….
Imagine having a weekend where you have no responsibilities. Where I am completely in charge of you and what is done to, for and with you. I will make sure you eat well, I will tell you what to wear, and I will tell you what I am going to do with you.
Say, “Yes”, and my only guarantee is that by the end of the weekend, you will thank me and beg me to do it all over again.
-- rockabillie at 2:56 p.m.