Sometimes his trust in me is overwhelming.
Sometimes I almost break under his gift to me.
The gift of his body to do with as I desire.
His knowing that I will never harm him, never damage him.
But that I will take him to places new that he can never go without my being by his side.
He has been fascinated by the box ever since he found it.
He knows that I know.
He knows that when the time is right I shall open the box and use its contents upon him.
He is scared.
Understandably so.
I was scared also, the first time.
But then I was taken somewhere beyond reasoning, beyond belief.
That is the gift I wish to give him in return.
Tonight I will open this box of delights.
I shall take the sounds and prepare them.
Clean, sterile, lubricated.
I shall select the first sound, the narrowest, lift it from its resting place amongst the shining steel set.
Skin against leather, he will lie on the couch.
Anticipating.
His sweat and his breath are all I want, everything I need.
And as I slowly guide the first sound into his willing body, his sighs will take us both to somewhere neither of us have been before.