I love those photographs that freeze a person in the frame while all of the people around them streak by leaving long blurred lines on the photo. It's as if the photographer has chosen to show that person moving at their own pace, not influenced by the masses, no lemming prepared to jump with the rest. It shows the beauty and singularity of the subject. I see my submissive. Billions of people in the world but only one moving at the perfect pace.
I hate those photographs that freeze a person in the frame while all of the people around them streak by leaving long blurred lines on the photo. It's as if the photographer has chosen to show that person's anguish, their loneliness, the isolation that comes from being misunderstood and living with a secret. I want to pluck my submissive from that photo and wrap my arms around her and infuse her with love and joy and the knowledge that she is a treasure above all... not alone, but complete.
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