It’s winter again in the city. Of course, it has been for some time. Some of you darling slaves of mine know my unusual proclivity towards the city in winter. There hasn’t been enough snow for me yet this year, though, but when there is, I love the way the cold and snow envelop the streets.
I’m a native Midwesterner and I’ve traveled to many parts of the world. I’ve found that there is a strange quality toward Midwesterners and our winters that is only paralleled by others in climates that are unpredictable in the winter. We see it coming in the fall. We bundle up. We put on our gloves and our thick coats and hug our shoulders to our ears. We bear it. And in the spring, we have a smug sense of accomplishment. I think that’s what it is I love about winter as well. A sense of toughness, of getting through it. We have withstood yet again.
There is a strange, chaotic kind of beauty about a city in winter. It is a beauty that few appreciate. Savagery. There is grace in harshness.
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Hello Valentine.
I feel that submission is in a way similar to your thoughts of winter.
When I see you I am enveloped in your dominance, like a cold blanket of snow. Painfully cold, but yet a comforting blanket nonetheless. I know that the pain is coming and I ready myself by centering my mind on your pleasure, your will, to provide myself with a thick coat of protection. I bear the pain. And when it is through I too have the smug sense of accomplishment that I have withstood your savagery.
The interplay of power between a Domme and her sub can be as harsh and chaotic as a blizzard, and as graceful as a beautiful snowflake gliding down from the heavens.
tim
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