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..Earth.. She told him what made her this way,
Her desire to be independent and uncatchable, distant from understanding
Yet the woman with the most warming embrace when held, with the deepest most desired yearn to be kept.
She wanted nothing more than to live free, enjoying the abundance of life
But she, too, had days where leaving the bedroom was a chore.
She'd get into this age regressed embodiment
Feeling small, cuddling her stuffed animals, and cozying up to her man, nearly crying when he stepped foot out of the room, for any reason at all. He could have went for a smoke and her tears would burst into flames incinerating any idea of leaving her.
Abandoment.
He learned to address the who, what, where, why and when's of every situation for her.
But other days, she could care less.
Aimless.
She would go about her own day, free will, guiding her to do as she pleases, beauty in nature, she within her own natural element.
Wild. Unstable.
She realized how freedom felt at this point of life.
Her family knew her for somebody other than who she recognized herself as.
"How could one be so free, to live a life embracing the abundance, setting sail with the wind, and falling in love with life itself?"
She'd often ponder those words to herself, to the point where she'd turn back home.
To him.
And there it happened again.
Another side of her exposed.
Fuck age regression and freedom, this other part of her wanted something entirely different, more.
Control.
To control and be controlled. At the same time.
Kneeling on the bed, she'd wait for him.
Collar in hand, searching for his eyes to meet hers, so she could bow her head, hands in front of knees placed upon the bed, and heart caged in within the structure of her ribs.
That wild free spirit, the regressed youth, together each halves forming a whole-seperate state of self.
He'd take the collar in hand and question what made her this way. How she could claim no other man has done so, yet here she sits so proper, playful with her body, and tamed like a service pet.
She wanted to be controlled.
Shutting the door, he searched her body language to find if she was hiding something more, loneliness, hurt, fear, love, desire... Everytime it was different.
How could he understand her outside of the bedroom when she locked all of this deep within.
Kept.
On her knees, head bowed, breathing deeply, she was kept-in his mind.
His attention never strays when she gets this way.
Little does he know, she wants the next upcoming feelings spoken outside of the bedroom, but she just doesn't know how to explain, so she fills her mouth with him.
Making his mind lost in a separate reality of his own pleasure.
Thanks to her, they just had the time of their life within those four walls.
She looks at ease now, he thinks as he's searching her body.
She feels pleased. With herself. She did this. For him. Her freedom. Her control. Her submission. She'd become full filled and yet drained of energy at the same time.
Though her submission was not the only part of her he held kept, questioning.
Days go by like the montage of your favorite movie, an aray of emotions and events.
And here they sat.
A new day.
She is lost.
He asks her why.
Why aren't you doing what makes you happy? Where is that free will? I cannot read your mind!
She knew he could read her body, so she began to tell him right there the same words she desired to tell him in the bedroom.
Who she was.
Where she has been in her life.
What she wanted him to do for her.
Why she loves him for what he doesn't even realize he does for her.
When she realized all she'd expressed, that ambition came back.
He saw her.
Exposed.
Connection and communication climaxed.
Understanding her desires in the bedroom and outside of it.
Addressing scenarios where she'd yearned to be told what to do, and how he would be supporting her immediately. To encourage her free will, yet do so in a way that makes him proud to have suggested it because he could see her happy, willing to please.
Because all this time that wat she really wanted-
Somebody to see
She didn't want to be alone.
She wanted this man to create shelter for her soul, within the cages surrounding his heart, living together, with love and unison, becoming each others Home.
