You are seeing yourself, scared, scared of being a mother, scared of getting it wrong. Worry about whether you'll ever really be accepted unless you're tough, the love he has for you, the love you have for him, the hidden desire to be included with the other girls without the submissive part, you want that too, but maybe once in a while, you'd like to be treated like a princess, the way you're being treated now, you see your own soul reflected in his eyes. You see his memory of your dance, and you know how he enjoyed it as much as you did, you see how he secretly created all this just because he knew you would like it, through his thoughts you feel the passion and love he has for you..... but finally, you see the tears he did not shed as he did what he did last night. You see the hurt, and pain in his eyes, in his heart, that he had to endure as with every stike he had to make. He wasn't lying, it did hurt him, perhaps even worse than it hurt you... He still feels guilty about it. The visions fade as you begin to see through your own eyes once more.
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