I was helping a friend with a post and came by this song and it touched me… It resonating something inside… It made me feel my D/s….. I looked at the words in the lyrics and they translated into this dynamic so well. You as a sub have this “Secret Garden”.
She’ll let you in her house
If you come knockin’ late at night
She’ll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
She’ll let you deep inside
But there’s a secret garden she hides
She’ll let you in her car
To go drivin’ ’round
She’ll let you into the parts of herself
That’ll bring you down
She’ll let you in her heart
If you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden, don’t think twice
You’ve gone a million miles
How far’d you get
To that place where you can’t remember
And you can’t forget
She’ll lead you down a path
There’ll be tenderness in the air
She’ll let you come just far enough
So you know she’s really there
Then she’ll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She’s got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away
D/s Play List Alert!
~The Secret Garden, the book~
…What was this under her hands which was square and made of iron and which her finger found a hole in?
It was the lock of the door which had been closed ten years and she put her hand in her pocket, drew out the key and found it fitted the keyhole. She put the key in and turned it. It took two hands to turn it, but it did turn. And then she took a long breath and looked behind her up the long walk to see if anyone was coming. No one was coming. No one ever did it seemed, and she took another long breath, because she could not help it, and she held back the swinging curtain of ivy and pushed back the door that opened slowly – slowly. Then she slipped through it, and shut it behind her, and stood with her back against it, looking about her and breathing quite fast with excitement, and wonder, and delight. She was standing inside the secret garden.
— From author Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden (1911)
I have a garden … I asked him in.
I kneeled and he took my hand.
I wrapped his fingers around my neck.
My words were heard and he did accept.
Our marriage dynamic has taken a shift.
He is enamored with my gift.
No more hiding, I’ve been found.
I take my place and wear his crown.
He comforts me in my skin.
I arch my back and let him in.
In a place he’s never been.
My heart grows with every stroke.
I take him to depths where I choke.
I brought in the darkness and held it to the light.
I spread my wings and take to flight.
Pull, push, strike & strain.
Who knew so much pleasure came from pain.
Two years ago I joined this club….
I have become Mr. Fox’s sub.
~Happy Anniversary Sir~
Thank you for becoming your Dom…. for me.
You Complete Me……………….. <3
(You had me at ~HELLO~)