“I’m here. I’m yours.”
As I lay back and welcomed him on top of me, I knew things would get scary, that he’d take me a little further into his world before he let me return to my safe guest room bed. I knew I’d end up bound, bitten, choked, and probably sore, since the only way he could hurt me would be with things that were quiet. When he produced rope from his bag, and a small, very silent whip, I held out my wrists in surrender.
Play me, Milo. Let me be your Heartsong, and play me with joy.