W is for Words

I once saw a man in a wheelchair whispering into a submissive’s ear. It seemed a strange scene – she was simply lying on a table, eyes closed, and his mouth was moving inches from her ear.

Gradually I saw her face contort. I saw her start to cry. He continued to whisper. I saw her start to moan and move, all of her body except her head, which remained close to his whispered words.

I asked her later what he’d said…and she couldn’t tell me, not exactly. But with a few whispered words he’d taken her deeper into lust and terror than she’d ever experienced.

I don’t know what he said. I don’t know that I’ll ever reach that level of skill and magic with words. But I now know that to which I aspire.

Words matter.


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