Goodbye Switch

Sir and I went through
our night stands and toy box yesterday.

Oh the things we found…

The salad tongs that we stole on our honeymoon
that he used to spank me with…

old playboys and penthouses

wicked nipple clamps…WICKED

Old vibrators…dildos…plugs

rope…handcuffs…restraints…

and then there were the things
we used when we would switch…

when I would top and he would bottom.

They have been relegated to the bottom of the toy box.

But when we went through the toy box,
got rid of what was broken,
got rid of what was damaged…
Sir wanted to get rid of that too.

I all but begged him not to.
I told him it was fine to keep…
what if he wants it…later?
what if he needs it…later?
what if he changes his mind?
I want to be what he needs,
what he wants.

Sir grabbed my neck,
looked into my eyes,
and told me.

"fiona, that's in my past.
There are times for everything.
That time has come and gone.

I don't want that anymore.
I want you.
I want us.
Do you understand, little girl?"

And with a squeeze of my neck,
I melted…
and threw away the things.