The Seeker

The Urban dictionary defines a seeker as:

Someone who has become enlightened in the ways of the universe by accepting they know nothing about it.

In this post The Natural has morphed into…

The Seeker…

His instructions:

You are to do exactly as you did before.  Same perfume.  Same safeword.  Same caution words.

Arrive at 9:30 at the same location, and this time I would like you to be the meticulous librarian.

Bring your riding crop and favorite toys.


I just love His instructions.

I absolutely love role play.

I arrived early…yes, you read that correctly.


With hair pulled up, suit jacket on and librarian glasses, I knocked on His door.

He answered and ushered me in.

He slowly circled me…surveying me up and down.

I could tell He liked this look.

“Did you bring what I asked you to bring?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, place them over there.  Now lie on the bed.  I would like for your head to be slightly off the edge of the bed.”

I quickly complied with His orders.

Again, He paced around me.  Staring me in the eyes, behind my glasses.

“Do you know what librarians are good at doing?”

He paused waiting for my response.

Being cheeky, I answered, “Keeping quiet….Shhhhhh”

“No….they are great at research.  Today, you are the subject of our research.  We will find out what makes you tick, little girl.”

Never had I been so aroused by the thought of research.

Where was He when I was in college?  

“Your focus is to let go.  And for us to figure out how to best accomplish that.”

And with that statement, He stood over me.  Looking into my eyes, He knelt to my ear and whispered,

“Do you trust me, little girl?”

Without hesitation, “I do trust you, Sir.  Completely”

And as I uttered the last syllable of the word, He placed His hands on my neck and we began a beautiful journey to abandon.

There is such sweet release in letting go of control.  Letting go of fear.  And trusting…


He has an innate sense of what I need.  He anticipates my growth in each scene.

His goal is to give me pure release.

And He realizes to do this, He must allow me to be my submissive self.  I need to serve Him.

Being The Seeker, He knows I need to push limits.

He exudes such control.

He so cleverly incorporates my desire to explore breath control with my desire to pleasure Him.

I shy away from being explicit in my writing, but readers bear with me, I must put it out there to illustrate the point.

He enters my mouth and slowly pushes himself deeply inside to my throat.  He continues to edge farther in…as far as I can possibly take.

At this point, He holds and caresses the back of my head.

Instructing me to hold the position, He counts…

He consumes every single millimeter of space and I am unable to breathe during this time.  It truly pushes me.

I recall the calm in His voice.

I remember hearing, “Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four…”

I finally relent and come up for air.

He takes my face in His strong, gentle hands.  Wiping the tears from my face, as that level of depth causes my eyes to water.

Smiling, He looks at me and says,

“What a good girl.  That is amazing.”

And with His approval I am ready to go further…

“Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty…”

And the night carries on.

And on. And on…

Pure pleasure.  Pushing limits.

The sublime power exchange…

Our dynamic is perfect in its simplicity.

We do not define who we are.

There are no labels.

No expectations.  No set schedule.

He takes me on a journey that is ever-changing…

But always with the same destination in mind…




How did I get so lucky to find one who is not only a Natural…

But also a Seeker.

Teaching me the things I cannot learn on my own.

Preparing me for great things.

Great things, I eagerly seek.


“I’m looking for me…You’re looking for you.  We’re looking at each other and we don’t know what to do…”

(And this song is a guilty pleasure…with my favorite drummer…Keith Moon.  The Natural/The Seeker will appreciate it, being a drummer Himself)




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