Serenity

Serenity

At first, I feel afraid. Of being exposed and found out, stumbled upon. Afraid that someone who is not him will see me and take something I have not given. Or give something I don’t want to take.

My heart pounds, my body quakes. Like acid, the terror sears my throat, each breath sounding ragged and rushed and desperate. My palms are clammy, and I want to laugh at the thought that I’m thankful they’re tied, even as I inwardly curse the rope and the man that binds me.

Beneath the fright, I feel something else. Something raw and natural and deep. It makes my nipples harden, my thighs slick. Heightens my trepidation, caresses and feeds it, like fuel on a fire. It feels electric and alive and the hairs on my arms stand on end. A weight sits in my core, demanding and urgent. And I want to let go, but surrounding everything is the all-encompassing fear.

Yet as I kneel and listen and wait- for what, I do not know- I hear the chatter of birds, and the rustle of a gentle wind through the trees. The sun warms my skin, and minute by minute, it thaws me from within. The racing in my chest slows, my breathing deepens. I straighten my spine, raise my chin. The fear settles and fades, evaporates. I feel calm and focused, confident.

I feel my surrender.

At that moment of serenity, as if by magic, he knows and he whispers, “Let’s begin.”


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