I want to know what it feels like to have my hair tugged, pulling my head so I have to look in his eyes, and know trust.

Trust that is all-consuming. Trust that is powerful. Trust that will allow me to be free.

I once gave it freely. That was naive. Now, I give it freely to a point. Once I hit that point, it’s like hitting a brick wall. A brick wall that I need to break through to be free.

I hit that wall and I become a wild horse, snorting, kicking, fighting, head rearing back, wild look in my eyes.

Just because I have talked to you online for a few months, doesn’t mean that you have all of my trust. I can’t build that level of trust online.

I need to see your eyes. I need to feel your power and know that it will be used to my benefit. I need to know that I can trust you as much as I trust myself…even more.

Free me.