'Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul...'
What will He see when He looks into my eyes? What does my soul say about me? Laid bare for Him both literally and emotionally...
At first I was not allowed to look, not even snatch a glance: the soft lambswool that lined the blindfold hiding the scene from me: a further layer of black tape wound round and round my skull: extinguishing even the faintest glimmer of light.
I could only wait... listen... every sound intensified by my sight deprivation. Every touch intensified... from the softest brush of His lips against my skin... to the bite of the cane across my derriere...
But there are times now when he likes to look down at me... calling my eyes up to meet His. I kneel before Him... waiting... attentive... the instruction may just be a gesture...
I look up into His eyes, and feel His gaze penetrating me... boring deep into me... into my soul...
What does He see?
Deep in my soul is what He already knows...
That I am His. Not sometimes... Always...
Velvet <3
