The young man, standing, asked, “How will I know, how can I tell, that I am owning her… as I should? Responsibly. Doing it well — perfectly for her?”
The old man, seated, spoke at length: about gauging her pride, her delight, her joy. About learning to tell what was in her open mind. About focused consideration; care for her body; care for her spirit. About making her so safe that she could look at the edges that fascinated her. About seeing to her comfort, her discipline, her excitement, her need, her flowering, and her exaltation. About adoration, devotion, respect, and love.
The young woman, kneeling at the young man’s feet, naked but for her collar, looked up at him and saw the passion and determination and resolve in his face. Her heart beat fast and full, and she was wet, and she knew she was home.
— Frenulum
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