Sinclair Sexsmith, writing for Autostraddle, illustrates the beautiful moments of vulnerability and trust that a safeword can create.
Excerpt from Sinclair Sexsmith’s article, “Tops Have Limits, Too”
“I can’t,” I whispered. Then, louder: “Lighthouse. Lighthouse, lighthouse.”
She blinked, recognizing my safeword, and looked at me differently, dipping out of the subspace and into curious open concern. I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. I unbuckled the leather cuffs around her wrists and curled next to her, and she let me hold her close. We held each other.
This post is part of the larger series, View From The Top, authored by Sinclair Sexsmith.
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