I’ve always had a thing for learning, more specifically expanding my vocabulary. As a young girl, I wasn’t the girl who enjoyed playing at recess. I’d much rather read a book or do homework.
Maybe it stemmed from being yelled at when I couldn’t read a word in the first grade. I still remember reading above my grade level and not knowing what a more difficult word said. I was scolded, spanked, and locked in my room. It was a bit harsh for not being able to read a single word, but I guess when you’re Asian, the expectations are a bit higher.
I never wanted to be that stupid kid so while I’m sure many kids were playing outside during summer holidays, I was inside reading the dictionary and writing down words and their definitions. It’s how I expanded my vocabulary. My family thought I was quite strange for doing so, but I loved learning new words.
Later, I became more fascinated with writing. I had a diary that I wrote in for nearly 5 years. If it ever fell into the wrong hands, life as I knew it would certainly be over. Thankfully, I had the sense to burn it a few years ago. Journaling turned into something more creative when I started studying Dickinson, Whitman, Poe and so much more. I was immersed in the world of poetry and found my love for writing.
I think that this is why words can have such a hold on me. Words can captivate me. Words can arouse me and bring me to lust after someone. Words are powerful and they can either build someone up or tear them down. Hypocritical words can ruin friendships. Seductive words can be the start of a steamy night or an ongoing affair.
For this reason, my Dom has a hold on me though he’s far away. Before we even started chatting, there was something that I was drawn to. His words just evoked an emotion from me.
When we started chatting, I could tell my Dom was rather intelligent and had a way with words. Definitely a dream for someone who is both sapiosexual and a bit of a logophile. I had read a piece he had written and it made me wet, indeed.
Over the years, I’ve learned that most men don’t have the ability to arouse me with words. They would write like children/teenagers and it would drive me insane. These men wanted to sext and of course they always got off even without me having to send nudes. Most of the time, their only comeback was, “I’m going to fuck you hard.” That doesn’t really do it for me. I’m very good at faking it though. There’s no imagery in those words. They’re simply just a string of words. No emotion, no power, no elegance.
The fact that my Dom’s words had the power to evoke such a strong response from me physically drew me toward him even more.
When I became his sub, he took me for a ride. Painting vivid scenarios that appealed to my sense of touch, sight, hearing. Scenes in which I was degraded, yet dabbling into the emotional side where I knew I belonged to him. I’m his sub. He owns me and there is no other Dom for me.
If words could move mountains, I’d be at your feet begging for you to use me.
The Sassy Sub Daily