Text originally published on my BDSM website La Férule, laferule.com

Madame,

I want you to tie me up, that You slide the strings over my bare skin and tighten them, as strong as the desire I feel for You.

I want Your strings to mark my flesh, that they print their hollows there, their lines, their trajectories, intimate conversation that we kept having, on a wire, during all those hours when, side by side, we did not talk.

I want to set off again in the icy winter night with Your burning marks, like a secret that I carry under my clothes, to run my fingers through them and cherish them in the shower, then in my bed, like gifts you gave me. You are no longer there but you are there all the same, All of you in these bluish-red braces that pulsate our dark hours.

I want to feel your warmth, Your arms around me, Your breath on my neck, this breath that quickens as my body tilts towards You, my head rolls on your shoulders, that inside I let go and I melt, that I surrender myself to You and that You know it, even if you don't say anything.

I want to, without being sure that your desire is equal to mine. Fragile beginnings, sketched out roads that may not lead anywhere, but that's not the main thing. The essential, it is my desire, this rustling movement, watch, grows inside and brings me to You, fluid and free. The essential, it's joy, desire, the desire to feel myself a tree spreading its branches.

I want to.
And tonight, I see you.

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