Needed

I kneel at his feet, feeling the rough carpet under my legs. My heart is thumping, my breathing shallow, my mouth dry. I find it hard to find the words. I know what I want, I know why I'm here but the descriptions and the courage elude me.

I want to be spanked. I want to be flogged. Not because I've done something wrong. Not because I need to cry away the stress. Because I need to feel close to you in a way I can't otherwise. Because I need to feel loved. Because the ache inside will not go away.

How can I tell you. How can I find the words.

Hair Pulling

These days I love it when Obsidian pulls my hair.
I have very long, straight and when it's pulled back into a pony tail and Obsidian grabs hold of it and pulls my head back with it my legs seem to turn to jelly.
I love it when we're having sex, I love it when it's just a friendly tug as he walks by my chair.
It seems to trigger some kind of submissive, sexual, relaxed feeling which just courses straight through my body, right from my scalp to my toes.
Having said that I just like my hair being played with. I love when his hand brushes down it and I feel a relaxing intimate sensation over the back of my head and all the way down my back. I find my self putty in the hands of whoever brushes my hair gently and lovingly, making my hair softer and sleeker.
Long hair might be a real pain to look after but it really can be worth it!