CHAPTER 8 Silent Struggle
Emily sat at her desk , her heart pounding in her chest as she read the email notification from her boss, James. He had requested a private meeting with her in his office this afternoon. The anticipation of what he wanted to discuss made her palms sweaty and a nervous excitement coiled low in her belly.
James was a powerful man known for his Charismatic, no-nonsense and demanding attitude. As the head of the advertising firm where Emily worked as an assistant, he commanded respect and held authority over everyone in the office. And lately, he had been paying more attention to Emily than she ever thought possible.
It had started innocently enough, with him complimenting her on a presentation or acknowledging her hard work on a project. But she couldn't ignore the way his intense gaze lingered on her, seemingly seeing through the professional facade she wore every day. It was as if he could sense the secret desires churning beneath the surface.
Emily had always kept that part of herself hidden from the world - the part that craved dominance and control, that longed to surrender completely to someone else's will. But there was something about James's unwavering gaze that made her wonder if he knew... if he saw right through to the submissive nature she tried so hard to keep hidden.
She couldn't deny the effect he had on her; just being in his presence made her body hum with anticipation. And now, with this private meeting request, she couldn't help but wonder if he was about to reveal that he knew... that he saw right through her.
As the minutes ticked away, Emily's mind raced with possibilities. What could James want to discuss in such an intimate setting? Was it possible that he wanted to explore those hidden desires? The thought sent a shiver down her spine and caused a wet heat to pool between her thighs.
Finally, it was time. Emily gathered her composure, straightened her skirt, and walked with purpose to James's office. She paused at the door for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself, before knocking lightly.
"Come in," she heard his commanding voice call from inside. Taking another deep breath, she opened the door and stepped into his office.
The room was large and elegantly furnished, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a sweeping view of the city below. James sat behind his desk, engrossed in some paperwork, but he looked up as Emily entered.
"Ah, Emily," he said with a slight smile. "Please, have a seat."
Emily nodded and took a seat in one of the plush chairs opposite his desk. She fidgeted nervously with the hem of her skirt as James set aside his paperwork and fixed his gaze on her.
"I Assume you're wondering why I asked for this meeting," he said, his voice low and full of authority.
"Yes, sir," Emily replied, unable to meet his intense gaze.
James studied her for a moment before speaking again. "I've noticed something about you, Emily," he said slowly. "There's a certain... quality that sets you apart from everyone else."
Emily's heart raced at his words; he had noticed something about her - something no one else had ever seen.
"And I think I know what it is," he continued, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands together. "But before we go any further, I need to be sure."
Emily's brow furrowed in confusion. "Sure about what?"
James leaned forward slightly and locked eyes with her. "I need to know if my instincts are correct... if you truly possess the submissive nature that I've sensed lurking beneath the surface."
As soon as the words left his lips, a jolt of electricity shot through Emily's body, causing her to gasp in surprise. He knew. He knew about her secret desires, and now he was offering her a choice - to embrace her submissive nature or risk losing everything.
"I've been observing you, Emily," James continued, his voice filled with quiet intensity. "I've seen the way you respond to authority, the way your body reacts when someone takes control. And I believe that I can offer you something that no one else can."
Emily's mind raced with conflicting emotions - fear and excitement, uncertainty and longing. This was the moment she had always fantasized about, but now that it was real, she didn't know what to say or how to respond.
"Of course," James said smoothly, as if reading her thoughts. "You have a choice in this matter. You can either walk out that door and continue living your life as you always have, keeping those desires locked away where no one will ever see them..
Emily's heart pounded in her chest as James's words hung in the air. She felt a mix of emotions—a rush of adrenaline, a tingling sensation in her core, and an overwhelming sense of vulnerability. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the elegant surroundings, as if seeking an escape route.
"I understand your hesitation, Emily," James said, his voice soft yet commanding. "This is a big decision, and I want you to be certain. I'm offering you a chance to explore your desires, to surrender to my guidance, and to find a unique form of fulfillment. But it's not a decision to be taken lightly."
He stood up from his desk and walked around, his movements graceful and confident. Emily's gaze followed him, her breath catching as he stopped in front of her, his eyes intense and focused.
"I want you to consider the consequences," he continued, his voice low and intense. "If you choose to walk away, you may never know the pleasure and power that lies within your submission. But if you stay, if you sign this contract, you will belong to me. Your body, your mind, your very soul will be mine to command and control."
Emily's breath hitched as she imagined the implications of his words. She had always fantasized about surrendering to a dominant partner, but the reality of it, standing before James, was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"I want you to think about it carefully," he said, his hand gently brushing her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. "Take your time, Emily. I'll wait for your decision."
With that, he turned and walked back to his desk, leaving Emily alone with her thoughts. Her mind raced as she considered the offer. On one hand, she craved the dominance and control that James promised. The idea of surrendering to his will, of exploring her submissive nature, was incredibly enticing. But on the other hand, she feared the unknown, the potential consequences, and the loss of control over her life.
As she sat there, her eyes drifted to the contract lying on James's desk. It was a thick document, filled with intricate details and explicit instructions. She could see her name and signature at the bottom, waiting to be claimed. The thought of signing it, of officially becoming his submissive, sent a thrill through her body.
"James," she called out, her voice trembling slightly. "May I ask... what exactly does this contract entail?"
He turned around, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, Emily, my dear. This contract outlines the rules and expectations of our dynamic. It details the physical and mental control I will exert over you, the boundaries we will explore, and the consequences for any disobedience. It is a comprehensive guide to our relationship, ensuring we both understand our roles and responsibilities."
Emily's heart raced at his words. She imagined the power exchange, the intense sensations, and the deep connection they could forge. But a part of her also feared the unknown, the potential pain, and the loss of her autonomy.
"I... I need some time to consider," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is a big decision, and I want to be sure."
James nodded, understanding her need for reflection. "Take all the time you need, Emily. I'll leave this contract here for you to review. When you're ready, you know where to find me."
With that, he exited the office, leaving Emily alone with her thoughts and the contract. She picked it up, her fingers trembling as she flipped through the pages. The details were explicit, outlining various forms of discipline, pleasure, and control. She read about the potential for bondage, sensory deprivation, and intense physical sensations.
As she delved deeper into the contract, her mind began to swirl with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She imagined herself bound and helpless, at James's mercy, and a rush of desire coursed through her veins. But she also considered the potential risks, the possibility of going too far, and the consequences of such an intense dynamic.
Hours passed as Emily pored over the contract, her mind wrestling with the decision. She thought about her career, her ambitions, and the potential for professional advancement under James's guidance. But she also considered her personal desires, her need for dominance and control, and the fulfillment she could find in submission.
Finally, as the sun began to set, Emily made her decision. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding with anticipation, and walked back into James's office. He looked up from his desk, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, as if he already knew her choice.
"I've read the contract, James," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "And I'm ready to sign."
He stood up, his eyes sparkling with a mix of triumph and anticipation. "Excellent, Emily. I knew you would make the right choice."
He handed her a pen, and she signed her name, her hand shaking slightly. As the ink dried, a sense of finality washed over her. She had surrendered her body and mind to James's will, and there was no turning back.
"Now, my dear," he said, his voice low and seductive, "let's begin your training. I have much to teach you, and I promise, it will be an experience like no other."
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Emily stood before James, her heart pounding with anticipation and a hint of fear. She had signed the contract, committing herself to his dominance, and now the training was about to begin. Her body trembled slightly as she awaited his instructions.
"Emily, my dear," James said, his voice filled with a commanding presence. "Today, we start your journey into the art of submission. I will teach you the pleasures of surrender, and you will learn to embrace your true nature."
He walked over to a table, where various implements lay neatly arranged. Canes, floggers, and other mysterious tools caught her eye, sending a shiver down her spine.
"First, we must gauge your limits," he continued, his eyes fixed on her. "I need to understand your reactions, your thresholds, and your capacity for pleasure and pain."
Emily's breath caught in her throat as she realized the intensity of the situation. She had always fantasized about being dominated, but the reality of it, standing before James, was both exhilarating and terrifying.
"Come here, my submissive," he said, his voice soft yet commanding.
Emily took a step forward, her body tense and ready. James motioned for her to bend over the table, her hands resting on the cool surface. She felt vulnerable, exposed, and yet a thrill of excitement coursed through her veins.
"This is your starting position," he said, his hand gently caressing her back. "Now, I want you to relax and focus on your breath. Inhale deeply, and exhale slowly. Clear your mind and prepare yourself for what is to come."
Emily followed his instructions, her eyes closed, her body relaxed. She focused on her breath, trying to calm her nerves and center herself. The sound of James's movements filled the room as he prepared for the first impact.
"Open your eyes, Emily," he said, his voice a soft whisper.
She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his intense stare. He stood behind her, a cane in his hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and determination.
"This is your first lesson," he said, his voice low and commanding. "A gentle reminder of your submission."
With a swift motion, he brought the cane down, landing a light slap on her exposed bottom. Emily gasped, the impact sending a jolt of sensation through her body. A mix of pain and pleasure coursed through her, and she felt her body respond with a subtle tremor.
"How does it feel, my submissive?" James asked, his voice filled with a hint of amusement.
Emily took a deep breath, her body still buzzing from the impact. "It... it's intense, sir," she managed to say, her voice slightly breathless. "A mix of pain and pleasure. I can feel it in my core."
James smiled, a satisfied expression on his face. "That is the beauty of our dynamic, Emily. The fine line between pain and pleasure, the dance of control and surrender. Now, let's see how much more you can take."
He raised the cane again, his eyes fixed on her bottom. With a swift motion, he brought it down, this time with a bit more force. The impact was sharper, sending a wave of sensation through her body. Emily's breath caught, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her body reacting to the increased intensity. "That's... that's different, sir. It's... it's more intense."
James observed her reaction, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Indeed, my submissive. We are pushing your limits, exploring your boundaries. But remember, I am always in control. I will never take you beyond what you can handle."
He continued with a series of light slaps, each one landing with precision and purpose. Emily's body responded with a mix of reactions—a slight flinch, a soft moan, and an increasing wetness between her thighs. The pain and pleasure intertwined, creating a unique sensation that left her breathless.
As the session progressed, James increased the intensity, gauging her reactions with each impact. Emily's body became a canvas for his art, each slap leaving a mark, both physical and emotional. She felt herself surrendering to his control, her body responding to his every command.
"Excellent, Emily," James said, his voice filled with approval. "You are taking to this beautifully. Your body is a pleasure to control, and your reactions are a delight to witness."
He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "We will continue this training, pushing your limits further. But for now, my dear, let's conclude this session. You have earned a moment of rest and reflection."
Emily stood up, her body tingling with a mix of sensations. She felt a sense of accomplishment, a deep connection to James, and a growing desire to explore further. As she straightened her clothes, she turned to face him, her eyes filled with a newfound confidence.
"Thank you, sir," she said, her voice steady and strong. "I am ready for whatever comes next. I trust your guidance, and I surrender myself to your control."
James smiled, a look of satisfaction and pride on his face. "That is music to my ears, my submissive. Our journey has only just begun, and I promise, the pleasures and challenges ahead will be unlike anything you've ever experienced."
With that, he dismissed her, leaving Emily alone with her thoughts and the lingering sensations of their first training session. She knew that her life was about to change, and she embraced the unknown with a sense of excitement and anticipation.
As the days passed, Emily's training with James intensified. Each session pushed her further, exploring the boundaries of her body and mind. She learned to embrace the pain, to surrender to the pleasure, and to trust in his guidance.
One evening, as the sun began to set, James called Emily into his office. The air was filled with an electric tension, and Emily's heart raced as she entered the room. James stood by the window, his silhouette framed by the fading light.
"Emily, my dear," he said, his voice low and filled with anticipation. "Today, we will delve deeper into your submission. I have something special planned for you, a unique experience that will test your limits and awaken your desires."
Emily's breath caught in her throat. She could sense the intensity of the situation, and her body responded with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
"Come here, my submissive," James said, his voice commanding yet gentle.
Emily approached him, her eyes fixed on his intense gaze. He motioned for her to kneel before him, and she complied, her body trembling slightly. James stood over her, his presence commanding and overwhelming.
"Today, we will explore the art of discipline and pleasure," he said, his voice filled with a hint of mischief. "I have prepared a special implement, one that will mark your body and leave a lasting impression."
Emily's heart raced as she imagined the possibilities. She had experienced light slaps and spanks, but this felt different. A sense of anticipation and fear mingled within her.
"Close your eyes, Emily," James instructed, his voice soft and seductive.
She obeyed, her eyes closing, her senses heightened. The sound of James's movements filled the room, and she could sense his presence looming over her.
"This is a cane, specially crafted for our purposes," he said, his voice filled with a hint of reverence. "It is a tool of discipline, a symbol of my control, and a means to awaken your deepest desires."
Emily's body tensed as she imagined the impact of the cane. She had never experienced such an intense implement, and her mind raced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"Open your eyes, my submissive," James said, his voice a soft whisper.
Emily opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his intense stare. He stood before her, the cane in his hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and determination.
"This is your first taste of true discipline," he said, his voice low and commanding. "A reminder of your submission, a mark of my ownership."
With a swift motion, he brought the cane down, landing a sharp slap on her exposed bottom. The impact was intense, sending a jolt of sensation through her body. Emily gasped, her body reacting with a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her breath catching in her throat. "That's... that's different, sir. It's... it's intense."
James observed her reaction, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Indeed, my submissive. The cane is a powerful tool, one that can bring both pleasure and pain. But remember, I am in control, and I will guide you through this experience."
He raised the cane again, his eyes fixed on her bottom. With a swift motion, he brought it down, this time with even more force. The impact was sharper, sending a wave of sensation through her body. Emily's breath caught, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Oh, sir!" she exclaimed, her body trembling with intensity. "That's... that's incredible. I can feel it deep within me."
James smiled, a look of pleasure and satisfaction on his face. "That is the beauty of the cane, Emily. It penetrates your body, leaving a mark that lingers long after the impact. It is a reminder of our dynamic, a symbol of your submission."
He continued with a series of sharp slaps, each one landing with precision and purpose. Emily's body responded with a mix of reactions—a slight flinch, a soft moan, and an increasing wetness between her thighs. The pain and pleasure intertwined, creating a unique sensation that left her breathless.
As the session progressed, James increased the intensity, exploring different angles and techniques. Emily's body became a canvas for his art, each impact leaving a mark, both physical and emotional. She felt herself surrendering to his control, her body responding to his every command.
"Excellent, Emily," James said, his voice filled with approval. "You are taking to this beautifully. Your body is a pleasure to control, and your reactions are a testament to your submission."
He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "We will continue to explore your limits, pushing you further. But for now, my dear, let's conclude this session. You have earned a moment of rest and reflection."
Emily stood up, her body tingling with a mix of sensations. She felt a sense of accomplishment, a deep connection to James, and a growing desire to explore further. As she straightened her clothes, she turned to face him, her eyes filled with a newfound confidence.
"Thank you, sir," she said, her voice steady and strong. "I am ready for whatever comes next. I trust your guidance, and I surrender myself to your control."
James smiled, a look of satisfaction and pride on his face. "That is exactly what I want to hear, my submissive. Our journey is far from over, and I promise, the pleasures and challenges ahead will be unforgettable."
With that, he dismissed her, leaving Emily alone with her thoughts and the lingering sensations of their intense session. She knew that her submission to James was a journey of self-discovery, and she embraced the unknown with a sense of excitement and anticipation.
As Emily's training progressed, a deeper connection formed between her and James. Beyond the physical discipline and pleasure, an emotional bond began to develop, adding a new layer of complexity to their dynamic.
One evening, after a particularly intense training session, Emily found herself alone in James's office. The room was quiet, the only sound being the gentle ticking of the clock on the wall. She sat in one of the plush chairs, her mind swirling with a mix of emotions.
"James?" she called out softly, her voice filled with a hint of uncertainty.
There was no response, and Emily's heart sank slightly. She had hoped to find him, to share her thoughts and feelings, but it seemed he had already left for the day.
"I... I just wanted to talk," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "About what we're doing, about how I feel."
As she spoke, a sense of vulnerability washed over her. She had never shared her true emotions with anyone, especially not about her submissive desires. But with James, there was a connection, a trust that she couldn't deny.
"I know.”
Emily's voice, filled with a mix of vulnerability and courage, echoed softly in the quiet office. "James, I need to talk. About us, about what this means: Are we in a BDSM relationship without sex?."
Her heart pounded as she waited, unsure if he was still there. The ticking of the clock seemed to mock her, a constant reminder of the passing time and the uncertainty that loomed.
Just as she was about to rise and leave, a deep, soothing voice filled the room. "I'm here, Emily. I heard every word."
James emerged from the shadows, his presence filling the space with an aura of power and understanding. He approached her slowly, his eyes soft and compassionate. "I knew you would come to me eventually. Your emotions are a testament to the depth of our connection."
Emily's breath caught in her throat. She had never felt so exposed, yet his words brought a sense of relief. "I... I don't know how to explain it, sir. But being with you, submitting to your control, it's like... it's like I've found a part of myself I never knew existed."
James smiled, a gentle curve of his lips that spoke volumes. "You have indeed, my dear. And I am honored to be the one who guides you through this discovery. But remember, this journey is not just about physical pleasure or pain. It's about trust, understanding, and the unique bond we share."
He moved closer, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "Tell me, Emily, what are your fears? What troubles your mind when you think of our dynamic?"
Emily's eyes widened, surprised by his directness. She took a deep breath, her voice steady as she spoke. "I fear... I fear losing control, sir. Giving myself completely to you, I worry about the consequences. What if I can't handle it? What if I disappoint you?"
James's hand tightened around hers, his touch reassuring. "You will never disappoint me, Emily. I see your strength, your determination, and your willingness to explore. That is all I ask for. As for control, my dear, it is an illusion. In this dynamic, we both surrender and take control in our own ways. I trust you, and I want you to trust me as well."
His words resonated deeply within her. Emily felt a weight lift from her shoulders, a sense of clarity and understanding washing over her. "I do trust you, sir. More than I've trusted anyone. And I'm ready to take this further. I want to explore the depths of my submission, to know the pleasures and challenges it brings."
James's eyes sparkled with a mix of desire and admiration. "Then let us continue, my submissive. But remember, we must always communicate. Your well-being is of utmost importance to me. We will push boundaries, but we will do so safely and with respect."
Emily nodded, her determination evident. "I understand, sir. And I appreciate your guidance. I want to be the best submissive I can be, to bring you pleasure and to find my own fulfillment in the process."
As they spoke, an unspoken connection formed, a bond that went beyond words. James's dominance and Emily's submission were not just about physical acts; they were a dance of emotions, a delicate balance of power and trust.
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In the days that followed, Emily and James delved deeper into their dynamic, exploring the intricate art of surrender. James's training became more intense, pushing Emily's limits in ways she never imagined.
One evening, as the sun set beyond the city skyline, James led Emily to a secluded room, a place of privacy and intimacy. The room was dimly lit, with soft candles casting a warm glow. A large bed, adorned with luxurious silk sheets, awaited them.
James's eyes glinted with a mixture of desire and determination. "Tonight, Emily, we will explore the depths of your submission. I want to show you the beauty of surrender, the pleasure that comes with letting go."
Emily's heart raced, her body tingling with anticipation. She knelt before him, her eyes fixed on his intense gaze. "I am ready, sir. Show me what it means to surrender completely."
James's hand caressed her cheek, his touch gentle yet commanding. "Then let us begin, my submissive. First, I want you to undress. Slowly, take off your clothes, and present yourself to me."
Emily's fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her delicate skin. She slipped out of her clothes, piece by piece, her movements graceful yet hesitant. As she stood before him, naked and vulnerable, James's gaze intensified.
"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Your body is a work of art, a canvas waiting to be painted with pleasure."
He moved closer, his breath warm against her neck. His hands roamed over her curves, his touch firm yet gentle. Emily's breath quickened, her body responding to his every touch.
"Now, my dear, I want you to lie down on the bed. Spread your legs, and offer yourself to me."
Emily complied, her body trembling with anticipation. She lay on the bed, her legs parted, exposing her most intimate secrets. James's eyes devoured her, his gaze intense and possessive.
"You are mine, Emily. Completely and utterly mine. And I intend to pleasure you in ways you've never imagined."
With a swift motion, he reached for a silk scarf, tying it gently around her wrists. He pulled the scarf, binding her hands above her head, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. Emily's breath caught, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins.
"You are now at my mercy, my submissive. And I intend to take full advantage of this position."
James's fingers trailed down her body, his touch light yet purposeful. He teased her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently, eliciting soft moans from Emily's lips. His fingers then moved lower, tracing the delicate curves of her hips and thighs.
"Oh, sir!" Emily's voice was a soft plea, her eyes closed, her body aching with desire. "Please, touch me there. I need your touch."
James smiled, a mischievous curve of his lips. "Patience, my dear. I will give you what you desire, but first, I want to explore every inch of your body."
He continued his slow, deliberate journey, his fingers dancing along her skin. He traced the delicate lines of her tattoos, a reminder of her past, and a symbol of her transformation. His touch was both gentle and firm, a perfect balance of control and pleasure.
As he reached her core, Emily's breath quickened. James's fingers teased her, circling her clit, his touch light and feathery. Emily's body responded, her muscles clenching and releasing, a silent plea for more.
"Oh, God! James, please... I need... I need..." Emily's words trailed off, her body writhing beneath his touch.
James's fingers stilled, his gaze intense. "You need what, my submissive? Tell me, and I shall grant your desire."
Emily's eyes met his, a silent plea in her gaze. "I need you, sir. I need your touch, your control. I surrender to you, body and soul."
James's smile widened, a look of triumph and satisfaction on his face. "Then take it, my dear. Take all of me. I am yours to command."
With a swift motion, he positioned himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her eager core. He entered her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Emily's body welcomed him, her muscles clenching around him, a tight, wet heat.
"Oh, yes! Oh, sir!" Emily's voice was a mixture of pleasure and surrender. "Take me, claim me. I'm yours."
James's thrusts became more intense, his body moving in perfect rhythm with hers. He gripped her hips, his touch firm, guiding her, controlling her movements. Emily's body responded, her moans becoming louder, her pleasure building with each thrust.
"You feel so good, Emily. So tight, so wet. You're mine, and I'm going to pleasure you like no other."
His words sent shivers down her spine, a mix of desire and submission coursing through her veins. Emily's body tightened around him, her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure waiting to be unleashed.
"Oh, sir! I'm... I'm close! Please, don't stop! I want to feel you, I want to surrender completely!"
James's thrusts became more relentless, his grip on her hips tightening. He leaned forward, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, a silent communication of their desire and connection.
As Emily's orgasm built, James's pace quickened. His thrusts became harder, more intense, his body pounding into hers. Emily's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her, a wave of pure ecstasy.
"Yes! Yes! Oh, sir!" Emily's voice was a mixture of pleasure and surrender. "I'm yours! I surrender! I surrender to you!"
James's own release followed, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies intertwined, a perfect union of dominance and submission.
As their breathing slowed, James's hand caressed her cheek, his touch gentle and loving. "You are incredible, Emily. Your surrender, your trust, it means the world to me. Together, we will explore the depths of pleasure, and I will always guide and protect you."
Emily's eyes shone with a mixture of love and adoration. "Thank you, sir. Thank you for showing me the beauty of surrender. I am yours, body and soul, and I will always be grateful for the pleasure and fulfillment you bring to my life."