As If She Were Mine

I had the wonderful opportunity to play with two different women on Saturday. Both sessions involved blades and were wonderful for their energy exchange, but there was something else that made the evening special.

My submissive was watching me play with someone else for the first time. In fact, she’s usually blindfolded, so she rarely can experience my reactions. While taking her back home, I was talking a little about my philosophy with keeping close contact with my bottom throughout a session. I like having one hand on them almost constantly. For me, it helps me maintain a connection with them.

She then said to me, “What you do is very intimate.”

And that word stayed in my head for the rest of the journey. Indeed, play sessions are an intimate experience for me. We continued our conversation and a bit later, I added a thought.

“If I play with a woman, I treat her as if she were mine.”

I think I already knew that, but I had never truly put it into words. None of us are ever guaranteed a play partner or play session. So, those moments when someone trusts me enough to be my bottom are quite special.

In fact, for that brief period of time they are my world. The only thing that matters is the woman beneath my blade. And it is my duty and privilege to treat her with the same dignity and care as I would my own submissive.

Every movement and every thought is with her in mind and how I can best enjoy her energy. Every moan, gasp or squirm draws me in closer and lifts my soul. It is akin to a religious experience for me.

Eventually, the session will wind to a close. My world begins to expand again, and I start to notice the room and other people around me a bit more. Soon, she is on her way, hopefully with an enjoyable experience to remember fondly.

My bottoms deserve my care, compassion and respect. They should get my best and focus. They are not toys merely to fulfill a need to me. Instead, they are very valuable.

When I begin playing with someone else, my world shrinks once again. I have another precious gem in my grasp, and I can only show her how important she is by doing one thing.

I treat her as if she were mine.

Good Morning

She woke up suddenly as she gagged and thrashed. It was still dark, and something was happening. After several seconds she began to realize what was taking place. Her Master was fucking her throat.

They had discussed this as a possibility before, but now it was happening. Her eyes watered as his hands gripped the headboard tightly, giving him more leverage for the forceful thrusts. Rising and falling, her chest heaved as she focused on her breathing.

He looked down into her eyes. When she first was awakened, they were wide and full of fear. He felt a sense of satisfaction as he watched her gaze morph to struggling and then to acceptance as tears rolled down her cheeks. He could feel her hands instinctively grab his hips as he continued to use the hole.

Waking up like this had been a fantasy of hers that she had only recently shared. She even showed excitement when her Master told her that she would experience it someday. And now that it was here, it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Soon, he could feel himself nearing orgasm, and his thrusts increased in speed and ferocity as the excitement overtook him. He growled as he looked down at her, grinning at his property. She was given no warning as his cock exploded into her throat.

She choked and gagged, as she struggled to swallow. However, she made sure that every drop slid down her throat. He finally pulled out of her throat as she gasped for air.

Looking down at her, he began to smack his spent cock against her face as her mouth remained agape, taking in precious oxygen. He slid his hands down from the headboard and wrapped one around her throat. Her eyes lifted up to meet his.

“Good morning, slut,” he began. “I have decided that you only have one purpose today. You only exist to be used in whatever manner I see fit. Do you understand?”

She bit her lip and nodded her understanding. It was clear that she was his in every way. She knew that she would be pushed, but it was her duty to please him in all ways that she could. With his hand around her throat, she struggled to speak.

“Yes, Master,” came out softly through her lips.

He removed his hand from her throat and moved to the side to study her body. Her nipples stood erect, making him smile. He flicked each of them before grabbing both breasts. Slowly, his hands squeezed her breasts, tightening slowly. He began to grind his fingers into the flesh deeply as it began to hurt.

She cried out a little and fought the urge to reach up and grab his wrists. He just kept mauling them until tears finally formed in her eyes. Grinning, he released them before giving them a little slap.

Suddenly, his hand went between her thighs and gripped her pussy tightly. She was soaked. He grinned knowing that this would embarrass her a bit.

“Oh my,” he teased. “It appears that someone is a needy little bitch.”

Her face instantly reddened as she nodded. She both loved and hated his words. They could excite her while making her feeling small and vulnerable at the same time. This time was no exception.

He stood up and walked to a drawer. Her eyes widened, knowing that many things were in that drawer that would make her day quite interesting. A wicked grin flashed across his lips as he produced a small vibrator and stepped back over to her.

Without saying a word, he inserted it and turned it on. He then grabbed a pair of her panties from a separate drawer and slid them on to hold the vibrator in place.

“The battery should last for several hours,” he explained as it buzzed away. “You’re going to feel it every second until the battery dies. Now, get up and meet me in the living room with my coffee.”

With shaky legs she struggled to stand. But she finally made it to her feet as he walked to the living room to sit in his chair. After a moment, she collected herself and headed toward the kitchen, involuntary moans escaping her lips from the vibrator.

His coffee was easy to make. He would joke that it was as black as his soul, even if she thought his soul was anything but black. She slowly stepped toward him and delicately knelt and offered his coffee. He smiled and accepted it as she softly moaned.

“Good girl,” he said with a smile. “Now, on all fours in front of me.”

She obeyed. This wasn’t the first time she had been ordered into this position. A few seconds later, he placed his feet on her back, taking his first sip of coffee.

Her breathing quickened beneath him as soft moans escaped her lips. He was sure that she would cum soon while serving as a foot stool. His lips curled into a smile. The day was just beginning. He had much more planned for her.

Cold, Sharp Steel

Cold, sharp steel,
Opening with a click.
Pressing against your throat,
Be still or receive a nick.

Cold, sharp steel,
Cutting at your dress.
Down your body it falls,
Creating quite a mess.

Cold, sharp steel,
Tracing down your chest.
Your breath quickens,
As I circle a breast.

Cold, sharp steel,
Down your stomach it goes.
I can feel your body shiver,
From your head to your toes.

Cold, sharp steel,
Sliding between your thighs.
Your teeth bite your lip,
To stifle nervous cries.

Cold, sharp steel,
It’s time for our fun.
Looking to me with pleading eyes,
We have just begun.

On The Floor

Turning the knob on the door,
I find you waiting on the floor.

I twist my hand in your hair
While you are kneeling there.

Pulling the hair on your head,
I drag you forward upon the bed.

Around your throat my hand does wrap,
Before your cheek feels a slap.

Nervousness shines in your eyes.
Soon, I will hear your cries.

My teeth sink into your neck.
Your makeup I begin to wreck.

Lips emit a needy sound
As my hand smacks your mound.

I reach over and grab a knife.
Do you trust me with your life?

In your eyes I see fear.
My intentions will soon be clear.

The blade travels along your skin
As your mind begins spin.

Your thighs I force open wide,
So I can slide my cock inside.

My eyes are filled with lust
As you begin to feel my thrusts.

Soon I begin to cum
To my desires you do succumb.

Once I finish, I sit in my chair.
On hands and knees you join me there.

You press your lips to my feet.
This has been quite a treat.

Doll

She opened the door as a smile crossed her face. I stood there for a moment and studied her appearance. My pleasure was expressed in a grin as I took in the sight before me.

There she stood, looking like a doll. She had worn mascara and eye liner as I instructed. Her lips were a pretty shade of pink from lipstick, and a black bow with pink polka dots was in her hair. Her eyes gazed up to me with excitement and nervousness.

Looking down her body, I saw the pink and black sundress that I had chosen. Pink nail polish was on her fingers. Her hands were fidgeting a bit.

My eyes slid down her smooth legs as I licked my lips. She was wearing the black shoes that I had chosen. After a brief moment, I heard her speak.

“Please come in, Master.”

I stepped through the door as she stepped the side. Then, the door clicked closed. My excitement was building as the realization of the upcoming events began to set in. We had already discussed our plans. She knew that I could do whatever I wanted at any moment.

I asked, “How is my little doll today?”

A blush crossed her face. Doll was just one of the many pet names I had for her, and it truly suited her on this day.

“I’m well, Master,” she said. “May I get you anything?”

Walking to a chair I settled in. I didn’t always need something, but I so enjoyed seeing her so eager to serve.

I smiled and spoke, “I have been in the car for a while. I’m a bit thirsty.”

“Yes, Master,” she said as she scurried off to the kitchen.

She grabbed a glass from the cabinet, filled it with ice and then water. Hurrying quickly she returned to me and held out the water.

“Stand there, doll,” I commanded as I sipped on the water.

She froze and watched me as I rose and sat the glass on a table nearby. I looked at her and smiled. She was so beautiful, and her face was perfect. I couldn’t wait to wreck it.

My right hand came up and smacked her on the left cheek. That was her signal, and she immediately fell to her hands and knees. A huge smile crossed my face, and I unzipped my pants and pulled out my already hardened cock.

I reached down with my left hand and gripped her hair. Then, I snapped her head back, and she settled back onto her knees. A few seconds later, I used my right hand to grab my cock and smack it across her face. She let out a little cry as her mouth flew open in surrender and anticipation.

My cock smacked her face a few more times before I just rubbed it on her face. Already, I could see the first smudge in the makeup as my cock collected a little lipstick. She was breathing heavily and whimpering loudly. I couldn’t wait any longer and shoved my cock into her mouth.

She instinctively started to slide her lips up and down my shaft, but I had other plans. My hands gripped the sides of her head, and I began to pump my hips, thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth.

She gagged and struggled for a moment to relax and take it. Instinctively, she struggled but tried to hold still. Tears formed in her eyes, and her mascara started to run. I pulled my now wet cock out and smacked her face again. Her mouth open as she instinctively sought desperately to find it again.

I rammed it back in deeply, and she violently gagged and sputtered. The mascara streamed more as the pink lipstick smeared on my cock and across her face. I slid my cock out of her mouth and smacked her across the face. More black tears rolled down her cheeks, and I repeated the blow to the other cheek. Her makeup was becoming quite smeared.

Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. I then rammed my cock back in and fucked her mouth relentlessly, careful not to gag her too much. I could feel my need quickly rising and pulled my cock out of her mouth.

She could barely close her eyes before my cock exploded, covering her face in my warm, white seed. She whimpered and leaned forward, lapping at my cock to clean it.

Her tiny little voice finally squeaked out, “Thank you, Master.”

She kissed my cock and then slid it back into my pants before lowering back to all fours.

“You may rise back to your feet,” I said.

Immediately, she obeyed and moved toward her feet. Her face was an absolute mess. The bow in her hair was no longer perfectly in place, and that sundress was a bit askew.

Smiling, I picked up the phone. I was a bit hungry and called a local pizza place.

“Yes, I would like a large supreme pizza,” I said to the man on the phone.

I then gave him the address, and he gave me a total before telling me that it would be delivered within 30 minutes. I handed her a $20 bill.

“Just give them all of it to include the tip,” I said with a wicked grin.

She looked at the clock and tried to steady her breathing. Soon, a stranger would show up at the door and see her in this state. Soon, they would see my doll.

I picked up the water and sipped it with a smile.

Crawl For Me

Crawl for me, girl.
Lower to your hands and knees.

Crawl for me, girl.
Move toward me on all fours.

Crawl for me, girl.
Come closer to my feet.

Crawl for me, girl.
Feel my hand grasp your hair.

Crawl for me, girl.
Accept the collar sliding around your neck.

Crawl for me, girl.
Enjoy the tug of my leash.

Crawl for me, girl.
Follow behind me as I walk.

Crawl for me, girl.
Let me lead you through the door.

Crawl for me, girl.
Hear the click of the lock.

Crawl for me, girl.
Know that you’re mine.

Beast

I could hear her whimpering and felt her squirming beneath my feet. Looking down at the creature serving as my foot stool, I could see her head bowed. Her back raised and lowered with each breath. After our evening, I was sure that she was wet. What an evening it had been!

She arrived just a little before 7 p.m. I knew that she was a little nervous about what was in store. Even I only had a vague plan. After all, I prefer to play it by ear and go where the evening takes me. Still, we both knew that this particular evening would take us to some dark realms.

Upon entering, she stripped immediately. She knew that I didn’t allow her to wear clothing when with me. I could see nervousness in her eyes as she locked her fingers behind her head and stood up straight. Her ankles slid widely apart, and she was open for an inspection.

As usual, I checked everything. My hand slid across her pussy. She moaned from my touch. I could tell that she was already wet, but her pussy had more hair than I preferred. I began smacking it as she gasped and struggled to keep still.

“We need to make this nice and smooth,” I said.

She cried out and moaned a bit, “Yes, Master!”

I smacked her pussy again and reached up to grip her throat. Staring into her eyes, I squeezed. A gasp escaped her lips, and I released her. A moment later, I placed a collar around her neck. That’s all I would allow her to wear during her visit. I slid my finger through the collar’s D-ring and yanked on it as I began walking back to the bedroom. She stumbled at first but followed along as her eyes grew wide.

We reached the bedroom, and I tossed her onto the mattress. I prepared the shaving supplies and spread her legs wide open. Her breathing increased as the blade slowly removed hair after hair from her pussy. I could tell that she felt even more aroused, and her pussy glistened. When finished, I slapped the now smooth pussy a few times just to emphasize that it belonged to me. Of course, we both already knew that.

I leaned in and growled, “When I begin walking toward the living room, you will drop to all fours and follow behind. Is that understood?”

She shuddered a bit and then nodded as the words, “Yes, Master,” escaped her lips.

I stood up and began to walk toward the living room. She slowly slid down to the floor and began following behind as instructed. I could see her breasts swaying beneath her with every stride, and her nipples were visibly hardened. The woman followed me to my chair as I sat down.

Smiling, I looked down at her and pointed to my feet. She already knew what to do and lowered her face down. A moment later I felt her lips and then her tongue as she began to kiss and lick my feet in worship. A delighted chuckle left my lips. I have always loved having a woman lower herself for me, and this was delightful.

Soon, it was time for dinner. I decided that we each would have a bowl of soup. After warming it up, I pulled out two bowls. My bowl was your standard bowl that one would normally put soup in. Her bowl, however, was a standard pet bowl. I returned to the living room and sat in my chair, placing her bowl down in front of my feet.

She took a deep breath and lowered her face down to the bowl. Slowly, she began eating like an animal would. I chuckled and lifted my foot before I pushed her face down fully into the bowl. I laughed and lifted my foot as the creature shuddered and kept eating. I gripped her hair and snapped her head back to stare at her face. She was quite a mess, and you could see the humiliation burning in her eyes. I pushed her face back down into the bowl.

“Eat, you little beast,” I commanded.

I heard a tiny whimper, but she obeyed and ate from the bowl. What an obedient creature she was. Her body sank even lower at the degrading act. This really had quite the effect on her.

After dinner, it was time to relax. I wiped her face off and told her that I needed to prop my feet up. Her head sank. We had discussed this, and she knew what to do.

And there we were, a beast lowered below her Master and used even as furniture at his whim. I smiled at the creature beneath me. Eventually I stood up and checked her pussy. It was soaked.

I asked, “You’re quite the dirty little thing, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t form words. Being treated like an animal had assaulted her mind. So, she just quietly nodded. My lips curled into a smile as I whispered.

“A beast should be fucked like a beast,” I said.

She let out a loud moan as I unzipped my pants and allowed my hard cock to spring out. I pushed her face to the floor and grabbed her hips. Slowly, I slid into her smooth pussy and just began using her. The thrusts started slowly but quickly built up to a rapid intensity. She cried out as I claimed her hole.

I orgasmed, and my seed started dripping from her hole. For a moment, I admired the sight before telling her to turn and clean me. She eagerly obeyed, running her tongue all over my cock and balls until I was clean.

However, I decided not to clean her up. I enjoyed knowing that she could still feel me inside of her. Sitting, I pointed to the floor and her head lowered down to my feet again. My right foot raised, and I slowly put it down on the back of her neck.

She whimpered as I took it all in. Yes, she enjoyed being my filthy beast, and I couldn’t wait to see how low I could take her the next time.

Taking My Pet Out

I finally was able to take my new pet out in public, and it was as exciting as I had hoped. Since some of our earlier conversations, Izzy and I had discussed going out into public. I already knew that I enjoyed showing a girl off in public, and on the flip side, she enjoyed being shown off. We were both excited about the day, and it finally arrived this past Saturday.

Currently, my pet is recovering from surgery, so she only has use of one arm. Going into the day, she was nervous. And while she’s not new to the kink community, this was still her first time going to an event with me. There definitely was some apprehension.

Since she needed help getting ready, that was my responsibility, and I was eager to show her that I wanted to take care of her when she wasn’t 100%. I like taking care of what’s mine. So, the night before I had shaved her. That morning, I helped her get cleaned up and dressed. I chose her attire for the events. I always find that to be fun. Then, off we went!

We finally arrived for the MAsT meeting and carried everything in. She was nervous, and I knew she would be. While she knew some who were there, it’s intimidating to walk into a gathering and only know a handful of people. When we settled in, she stayed close to me. But she began to feel more comfortable and seemed to enjoy the presentation.

When it was over, there was a bit of a gap until the SMaCK-ED meeting. During that time, food was served. It was going to be almost impossible for her to prepare her own plate with only one arm. So, as a bit of a role reversal, I made her plate for her. Again, I enjoy taking care of what’s mine.

We ate and socialized. At some point we went to the bathroom, and I helped her into a black lace dress. She looked hot, but she was a little self-conscious because no one else was in such attire yet. However, she put on what I wanted. After all, this was about my pleasure. She’s such a good girl.

Then, it was time for SMaCK-ED to begin. First up was a rope demo. I’m not the biggest rope guy, but it was a really good demo. My pet was into it and so excited to see all of the different ties. It made me consider brushing up on rope a bit.

Before we moved to the party portion of the night, my pet went to the bathroom and inserted a vibe. A few minutes later, she returned with a remote for the vibe. I don’t know if you’ve ever had the opportunity to control a vibrator on another with a remote, but it’s a lot of fun.

Then, I got a collar and leash out of my bag. I put the collar on her and then attached the leash. When I first started talking to her, she wasn’t sure that she would enjoy that. Well, she loves it now that she’s tried it.

Whenever I stood up, I would toss the leash over my shoulder and pull on it as I walked. I couldn’t see it, but I could hear the gasp as she struggled to keep up. What a delightful sound that was! I can’t wait until she is able to follow behind on all fours.

For most of the night, we socialized while I controlled the remote to the vibrator. A few other people even got to push the button on the remote. I’ll just say that she was very worked up most of the night.

On the ride home, I kept the remote. After all, I needed some entertainment, and I made her very aware that I still held the remote. When we made it home, I had a very needy pet.

As for the rest of the night, let’s just say that it was a lot of fun.

Saturday

I pulled up in the afternoon on a Saturday. I looked up at her apartment building as I dialed her number. I was excited. A nervous voice answered.

“Hello,” she said with a slightly trembling voice.

“I’m here,” I replied as her breathing quickened in the background.

After a deep breath she replied with a bit of excitement, “I’ll be down to let you in soon.”

I began to gather my things together. So far, I really enjoyed chatting with this girl and had huge plans for her. She already knew that today would be different from her usual encounters.

I looked toward the front of the building and noticed her approaching. Even though she was trying to remain calm, I could tell that she was a bundle of nerves. She still strolled toward me in her dress. I wondered if she was without panties as I had ordered. I would find out soon enough.

Smiling, I stepped out of the car. We walked up the steps toward her apartment. Even though I was mostly calm, I also had some nervous excitement on my end. Soon, I would discover exactly what kind of chemistry that we had.

As soon as we entered, I sat down my bags. Before anything else was said, I turned around and grabbed her for a kiss. She was a little surprised, but she was receptive to it. I knew that she would be. Soon, we were relaxing and talking.

It was mostly general chitchat to get to know each other a bit. We were also gauging each other’s personalities. I eventually decided that it was time to make my move. Without really warning her, I reached out with my left hand and grabbed her by the throat.

Have you ever just felt someone melt? Well, that’s exactly what she did. I could hear her moan. Her eyes fluttered closed and she began taking deep breaths. I pushed her down and just slowly began exploring her body a bit. It only took a few minutes before I was undressing her and ordering her to stand up. Of course, she complied. She also was not wearing panties. How obedient.

Her wide eyes sought mine. She knew what was coming, yet it still seemed like she was almost surprised that it was happening. Soon, her ankles were sliding apart. Then, I guided her hands up and behind her head. She locked her fingers, and I began inspecting her. I could tell that she felt very vulnerable. Good. That’s what I wanted.

I began slowly exploring her flesh. Her nipples were squeezed and breasts lifted. Then, I began sliding my hands down further. Lower and lower, until I was sliding over her pussy. She let out a soft gasp. I positioned two of my fingers and slowly slid them inside.

She immediately began bucking her hips and crying out. She definitely wasn’t quiet. I liked that. She was growing wetter by the second on my fingers as I squeezed her possessively. After a minute, I slid them out. Her hips were still bucking a little, and I knew that I would be enjoying that pussy later.

I then moved behind her and helped her bend forward at the waist. My hands moved to down to her ass, and I spread her open. She was squirming. A minute later, I pulled her back up right and wrapped my arms around, groping her. Yes, she was a needy girl.

It didn’t take long until I had a collar around her neck. Next came the leash. She responded well to that and followed my little tugs, usually moaning a bit. Soon, my hands were exploring her with more purpose.

I grabbed her pussy once again. This time, I had no intentions of letting go soon. I used my fingers aggressively. It took her a while, but she finally orgasmed for me. Soon after, we were cuddling and just enjoying each other’s company.

I was running my fingers along her skin and asked, “Could you get used to this?”

She responded with, “God yes!”

There was a bit of extra need in her voice. It ignited me. Soon, my fingers were inside of her again. She orgasmed more easily this time – several times. When I was finished, she was spent. We both were.

After resting for a bit, she went to make dinner. I gave her the option of removing the collar. She declined. Yes, this woman wanted to wear a collar for me. How exciting.

A little later, we ate dinner. My time with her was coming to a close. Soon, it was time to leave. She walked me back down the steps and to my car. I gave her one last kiss. She beamed.

I drove away in the dark of night. I had experienced an incredible connection with someone very special. It was a great meeting, but there was so much to explore. I was happy and content, but I also knew that we had only scratched the surface.

Life Is Funny

I met a woman named Izzy four years ago. We didn’t really talk other than the standard things like, “Hello,” “Good bye,” and “Nice to meet you.” I remember finding her attractive, but I’m not pushy when it comes to talking to others, so an entire event rolled by without me getting to properly introduce myself to this woman.

We became friends on FetLife. After all, my wife had met her previously and thought she was a sweet lady. And just like that, our interactions were pretty much over for the next four years. She was simply another person who I met but really had no great impact on my life, at least that’s what I assumed.

A month ago, an incident happened at a party. My medical device and I were at the center of it. I’m not going to rehash the incident, but it was probably the worst case scenario for me. I then wrote about it in a piece titled “About Saturday Night.” Among the many kind responses was one from Izzy.

Considering we hadn’t really spoken in four years, it stuck out to me. Would I have done that if the shoe was on the other foot? I don’t know. I always feel awkward conversing with people I don’t really know, but something medical may have hit me in a way to elicit a response.

Two weeks later, I see this same woman post a status about feeling down. I remembered her kind message and wanted to repay the kindness. So, I sent her a message thanking her for her reply to my previously mentioned writing. That led to a return message. Then another message, and then she asked about knife play. Anyone who knows me can tell you that’s like ringing the dinner bell for me. Mention that, and there’s a great chance you’ll have my attention. My curiosity was definitely piqued.

Soon, I found us exchanging many messages on Fet. Those turned to texts, and we began to realize that we had a lot of similar tastes. Yes, we were messaging a lot. Then, we moved to Facebook, which is a huge deal for me. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to hang out with this woman and explore things.

We set up plans and had to change them after she was sick for a few days. It just led to more anticipation on my end. During that time, she started doing small tasks for me almost on a daily basis. She also started a journal so that I could better understand her. Yes, our connection was deepening, but we still hadn’t hung out. That didn’t happen until Saturday.

I drove over to her apartment to spend some time with her. One could say that the connection I felt was intense almost immediately, but that would be greatly underselling how well we clicked. Ever meet someone who just fits with you? Yeah, she just fit with me. It wasn’t long until we were playing for the first time. It flowed for me in a way that it hasn’t for a long time. I even gave her a pet name.

Later, she fixed me dinner and we talked more. A little more than two weeks prior we had barely spoken, and now I wanted to keep her in my life. It still seems surreal at times, but I’m very happy. I’m sure that seems crazy to some. I don’t care. It’s how I feel.

Life is funny, isn’t it? That traumatic experience from the party that left me shaken became the main reason I got to know a beautiful woman. If that had never happened, other people wouldn’t have blown it up on FetLife. If it hadn’t been blown up, I wouldn’t have been compelled to write about it. If I hadn’t written about it, Izzy would not have responded. If she hadn’t responded, I may not have wanted to repay the favor when she felt down. Then, I would’ve missed out on all that has transpired since. I’m now thankful for that horrible experience. It became the catalyst for something wonderful.

Izzy and I have talked about what we both want and need. While we’ve already experienced a few things, I know that we’ve only scratched the surface. It’s all so new, but it feels very right. I see some bright things in the future with Izzy. I can’t wait to see what comes next.