He knows how to get to me in ways no other ever has. He just reaches inside me and grabs hold of my deepest, most treasured, fragile self.

One of the things I remember most was how much we laughed. Several times I was to the point of tears, lying in the floor curled up, laughing so hard I could barely breathe. Of all the gifts you give me, milord...helpless, overwhelming laughter is one of the very best. The fact that you 'get' my teasing, that you understand that give-and-take and enjoy it as much as I do...wow. D/s isn't all serious and somber and deep - sometimes, at least for us, it's light and silly and joyful. Thank goodness.