The first time my little pet told me he loved me was not during a romantic candlelit dinner.
It was not in front of the fire, drinking champagne, or even during a lovemaking session.
The first time my pet told me he loved me, I had been alternately teasing and torturing him for a couple of hours.
I had his cock and balls hard as a rock, and tied tightly so that they were purplish blue.
I would put rubber bands under the head of his cock, and snap them for a while, then take them off, and then lick and suck on his balls, inserting a finger up his as I did so…. Then spanking his balls with a flyswatter. And then licking and kissing all over him and putting his cock up inside me while I masturbated, and then sucked the pussy juice off. Then ice on the balls. And so on.
At the point he told me he loved me, I was just about to drip hot wax all over his cock and balls, cool it to hardness with ice, and then flog it off.
At the moment he said it, I was surprised. Then I realized that he and I had been more intimate with each other this afternoon than we had ever been before. Something in our minds had clicked and melded together.
I am by no means an expert on D&s. I just do it for fun, and on the phone for profit 
. But the most intimate relationships that I have had have been D&s ones.
There is something about getting inside another person’s head, and finding out what makes him tick, and then taking those fetishes and limits and transforming them and pushing them, so that he finds out new things about what he likes and what gets him going.
And he has to put his complete trust in me as well. Not an easy thing for a trial lawyer who is a barracuda in the courtroom.
And usually I find out new things about myself at the same time, like my capacity for love, and for nurturing that trust.
By the way, when he told me he loved me, I said “I know” with a smile. And I did.
