The Traveling Master's Logs - Meeting Britany

The Tender Reveal
Male's Point of View - Special Powers

As the morning light pierces the shades, you awaken from a deep slumber... One you’ve been craving for what seems like an age... Your tender lips creep into a smile of deep satisfaction...
You finally did it...
For years you felt like so many others that grace my door. Ashamed... Afraid... Trapped... Your special desires were always left behind when ever you indulged in your sexuality. Always fearful to trust your lovers with the truth.
You left hints... Like a fisherman throwing a line in the abyss... Hoping to find a way to provoke the right conversation... The right mood... Always a little excited and hopeful that you finally found a partner to indulge your dark desires... 
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You think of them in that way... But as you watch the sunlight caress your skin, you smile even more as you realize that your desires weren’t dark because they were bad...

​Or socially unacceptable...

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No... They were darker because you made them that way... You hid them... Concealed them... Making you feel like you should be ashamed of  them... Placing them deep down inside your mind where no one would find them. 

But I always do... Each one of you that cross my threshold... I see all of you... The dark... The light... The hard... The soft... All of it...

I look for you online... In those obscure chat rooms and blogs... Where you let your desires out to play... All anonymous... Always safe... 

But now you know...

Once you’ve really tasted it...

Like peeling away the shell off your darkness... You finally see the light... A part of you is finally fulfilled. Truly fulfilled... There is no need to fear your desires... You are free from the fear... Of the imagined shame... 

That is what I like most... Finding you... Helping you see... 

Some of you beg me to keep you. To make you mine... But I always refuse... I was just the catalyst... The earth quake... The tsunami... My role is to break you down... Make you embrace yourself...

You smile again as you remember how harsh I was. Because now you know the sweet silky buzz that came after it all came crashing down... The aftercare... The tenderness... The other side of the coin... The most important part...

You hear me get out of the shower and you look at me. I smile. I know you are ready.

“Thank you Sir... For opening my eyes...”

I forbade you to call me Master. That is not who I am. You know I am not... You know you have the tools... The desire... The knowledge... You can find a Master that will be worthy of you. Now that you know how good it feels... How right it is... 

The fear is gone... The darkness dispelled...  Only your desires remain...

I kiss you on the forehead... Tenderly... As if I was your lover... 
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“No...” I whisper. “Thank you my dear... For the gift of your submission...” ​