The first time he had her do this she hated it. When the timer had buzzed she was crying, and the thought of doing this every day had been unbearable. But he had walked up behind her, warming her body with his, and bringing a comfort that only he had to give.
His hands traveled over the curve of her hip. “I love this hip, I love to grab it and tug you toward me,” he had said squeezing her firmly. She watched his fingers push into the soft layer of fat beneath her skin and she cringed.
His hand wandered up more and a single finger rubbed over one of the faded pink stretch marks before his hand spread and he began to caress her stomach. She hated being touched there and she wanted to pull away, but again he spoke. “I love these lines too. This body held life inside it, and there is nothing more beautiful than that,” he stated simply, pressing his lips to her neck.
He kissed the sun spots on her shoulder and smiled brightly. She could see the desire building in his eyes as she looked into the mirror. “Do you remember what we did on that vacation to Cancun?” He asked with a soft laugh.
She nodded, and he tugged her to face him, placing a hand on each shoulder as he looked straight into her eyes. “I love this body. This body belongs to me, and I love it just as it is. I want you to learn to see what I see when you look in that mirror.”
It had been 4 months since that day, and every day since she stood in this spot before dressing. Today she didn’t look away. Today she saw her Master’s love reflected back at her, and when the tears began to flow down her cheek again they were different. These were not tears of hate or self-loathing, but tears brought by the unconditional acceptance he offered her. She wasn’t perfect, but she was his, and that was so much better.
Beautiful.
Still love this…
Love it!
Always a repost!!
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Every bit if this! ☝️
@dark-twisted-fantasies-and-thoug we should do this
I read this often
This is beautiful and so important💗💗💗
No matter how it is accomplished.
Thou always with patience and love.
Few women truly love their own bodies.
Yet . As men. We may love our woman’s form.
They need to come to believe that we are
Being real and nice. We as men know we mean it… but they don’t. One of lifes
Unfortunate ironies. Be patient. Talk. Show. Love
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I want a love like this!
Just yes
If only this, were who men would actually choose to be
Reblog
Always worthy of a re-blog.
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Sharp Dressed Dom 