I love any contact I have with Him.
Emails. Few phone calls. Some cam time. Few same room hours.
On his time. On his whim.
I take what I get. Love and enjoy every second.
But I need more.
I became interested in D/s for the contact. The control. The need to be under someone's hand, on my knees. Used. Commanded. Needed.
I want...require...the teather to that one person. Trust completely, openly. Constantly. Consistantly.
I love Him. Very much. But is so little enough?
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