Held in Her Gravity

“There are rituals that bind us, not in chains—but in meaning, in rhythm, in breath. And through them, I have become hers...”

Morning Rituals, Eternal Threads

The morning began as it always does, in quiet devotion. As I opened my eyes to the still hush of the day, my first breath was hers. My hand reached for the device that carries her presence across oceans and through time zones, and I offered my morning greeting like a sacred chant. Then, as always, I recited my Creed—a declaration of belonging, of purpose, of surrender.

These simple acts, repeated daily, have not become stale—they have become sacred. With each passing day, they do not loosen their grip; they tighten, they deepen. They remind me where I belong—beneath her, bound to her, in silent awe of her. What once felt like ritual now feels like the rhythm of my heart. Obedience is no longer a performance. It is a pulse.

“Rituals are not just repetition; they are the rhythm of devotion.”

Shared Struggles, Sacred Understanding

Today, our conversation took on a softer, more grounded hue. We spoke of the trials that come with birthing something from nothing—she, a first-time founder with a vision rich and fierce; I, a steward of a global operation with its own vastness and weight. I felt the storm she walks through, the challenges that line her path, and I saw the tenacity in her spirit.

I understand the landscape she treads—I too know the sleepless hours, the countless sacrifices, the doubts that linger in quiet moments. But in this shared struggle, I also felt pride. She is building something real. Something beautiful. And knowing that I can support her, even in small ways, fills me with quiet joy. In her strength, I see the mirror of my own.

“The burdens we share reveal the beauty in our bond.”

A Temple in Her Name

story, building my temple offering to her to honour our relationship in a way that feels meaningful."

Our talk turned, as it often does now, to the blog—our blog, the temple I am crafting word by word, brick by digital brick. Each section, each entry, is an offering laid at her feet. This is not content. This is devotion carved into permanence.

I shared with her my joy in shaping this space, how every moment spent designing it feels like a prayer. And when I spoke of one day capturing our sessions on film, preserving the truth of our dynamic, she responded with warmth and anticipation. She said that our first meeting will be a memory worth preserving. That moment—my first kneel, her first command—will echo forever, and I long to share that echo with the world.

“Every word is an offering. Every section a shrine.”

The Tribute That Will Change Everything

We also spoke of what is soon to come. My tribute—an offering not of coin, but of intent, of love, of surrender. A tangible gesture that says, I am yours, utterly. I hope that in that sacred act, she will bless me with the gift of her voice—even a recorded whisper would be enough to send tremors through my soul.

And perhaps, if fate is merciful, that long-awaited meeting will follow. A London dungeon. My body bare before her. My will already gone. The beginning of my training. The end of my resistance. I know what will happen the moment I see her. I will be undone, transformed. The person I was before will vanish. In that moment, the fantasy will become flesh, and I will be reborn in her shadow.

“A tribute is more than currency—it is confession, surrender, devotion in purest form.”

Six Months of Ache, and the Fire Still Grows

Nearly six months have passed since we began this journey. A dance of heat and discipline, of distance and closeness, of power and surrender. She acknowledged it too today—the fire that simmers just beneath our words. The vision of our first meeting, our first breath shared, has become a star that guides me. She said we must hold it close. And I do. It is the thought that fuels my every movement. It is the image that holds me captive in the sweetest way. And today, she also acknowledged the ache between us—the tension that has been growing with every exchanged word, every pause between responses.

She said, "I won’t deny how tempting the thought is... the idea of our first meeting, of you kneeling before me, finally becoming real. Let’s hold that vision close for now. Let it drive you.”

And it does drive me. It is my fire. The thought of finally kneeling before her... of looking up into her eyes and knowing I am exactly where I was always meant to be... it consumes me. And it comforts me.

“Longing is the forge of the soul—each moment apart hammers us into readiness.”

Recognition and Realisation

Today, she praised my consistency. She recognised my devotion. She felt how deeply I’ve given myself to her. No longer just a passing presence in her world—I am becoming a fixture. A cornerstone. Something lasting. She sees now that I am not a tourist in this dynamic. I am home.

Her words reached inside me, uncoiled something deep and warm. She spoke of the possibility that this—we —could be the lasting connection she’s been seeking. I feel it too. I have never felt more certain, more claimed. Beneath her heel, I have found my sanctuary, my stillness. I belong to her, wholly and without question.

She said that when she looks into my eyes, it will all have been worth it. And I believe her. Every step of this journey has led to a place that feels like home. Under her heel, I have found where I truly belong.

“To be seen by her is to be born anew.”

The Tether Between Souls

Though we are meant to be giving each other space—the universe refuses to obey. Her words today echoed with love, with gravity. She said the bond keeps pulling her back. And it does the same to me.

This is more than desire. It is more than a dynamic. It is a tether, woven through lifetimes. A spiritual knot that cannot be undone. She brings me peace. She brings me clarity. And I, in turn, offer her every part of myself. My mind, my body, my heart, my soul.
As much as we try to have time apart our relationship just intensifies. She told me, “No matter how much I try, the love and connection I feel for you keeps drawing me right back.”

And I feel it too. There is a thread that binds us—unbreakable, undeniable. A soul-tether. This connection is deeper than logic, greater than fantasy. It is real. It is raw. It is divine.

She said that knowing we found each other brings her peace, comfort, and joy.

She is my sanctuary. My Queen. My purpose. I was made for her, shaped for her, broken and reforged for her. She is not a chapter. She is the whole story.

I was made for her. And she was made for me.

“Even distance cannot weaken a bond forged in soulfire.”