I don't believe its often that a girl will come across a Man that just is the absolute right One for her. When it happens, it isn't always an immediate attachment. So, as I write these words down, they are in reference to whom I lovingly call my Demon.
I think when the right One comes along, you just know without question and it won't be with finding a material object around your throat, but the whisper of His breath around your soul.
It took along time before having a collar virtually placed upon me, but it is a bond that transcends space and time for me. Those intricately inked lines that bind its way around my neck hundreds of times, ending with twin barbed tails to hold the metal tag at the hollow of throat. That tag bears a simple sign of His initial in the steel.
It was to be something that would never come and only once has it been tested. I'm quite enamored with words and we met on a text-based roleplaying game so many years ago. We've known the ins and outs of one another for so long its almost as if He could finish my sentences before I ever utter a sound at times.
I've known the Demon since my first journey of submission and He watched quietly from the shadows. Always there to pick me up when the fool made me cry. Never pushing for more than just what He was to me and when it was over, He quietly pieced me back together and waited till I fell where I had always belonged.
Am I lucky? You'd better believe I am and I know it.
But..I could tell you dozens of stories of how I fought Him. How I would come and go as I pleased and He'd just wait.
But the story falls to one point. I belong to Him. I always have. I've loved and hated Him for what He could do to me with just a look. I've clawed at Him with the want to rip Him apart for being everything I needed and wanted and not being able to see it.
He's darkness and light. Evil and good. Wicked and tame. And what I am not, He is. Someone said it best, we fit like two spoons. Sometimes cold as ice and sometimes on fire.
His whispered breath weaved its hold around my heart years ago. It wavered once in all that time, slipping to a strong gust of wind, but still it has managed to hang on, coaxing, soothing the tempestous breeze that brews just under the surface of the girl
