A Master can be impetuous in his ways, a jerk, a bastard, and impatient in his desire. He can be decisive in his touch. But his impetuosity is chaos. It's intensity that knows where to stop. It's strength that knows the limit and respects it. The slave doesn't fear his overwhelming energy, because behind that impetus there is true control. There is attention. There is consent that burns but doesn't hurt. He can hold her firmly, he can speak in a low, firm voice, he can guide her without hesitation. But it's precisely because he knows how to be strong that she lets herself go. Impetuosity becomes passion. Firmness becomes protection. Command becomes pleasure. In that almost wild intensity, she doesn't feel overwhelmed. She feels desired. My. writing.... Photo from the web