Birna…

She came from the land of the ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs flow her name was Birna. Descendant of Vikings with drive and vigour to be ruled by ONE, her chosen one.

She was young, pretty, with an mind-set of her own. Eyes that sparkled, her tender skin wanting to feel a firm yet caressing experienced hand, her soul to blend with mine.

She read all my poems on my site igniting her passion, capturing vividly her imagination as well connecting emotionally to me, without seeing, knowing me. She did not cared that I was much older, or about anything else. She just wanted to be by my side making me happy, fulfilled, to see her joy in her submission. Giving me that precious gift which so rare her body, mind and soul. Her dream to be owned, used as I see fit, to explore all that she could in BDSM, so willingly. Nothing else mattered. If she had to sleep naked on a cold floor, walk on hot coals in bare feet, being naked collard and leashed in public, begging on the street corner for change so she could eat, none of these phased her or cared. Her focus was only giving me pleasure from which she gained her pleasure the reward of her selflessness, regardless of humiliation, pain or shock displeasure of by her peers and society at large.

Birna lived for my touch, my commanding voice for my glance at her perfect body, for me to taste her oozing moistness, to savour and inhale her aroma, to feel her from the inside, sucking and biting her erect nipples on exquisite firm breasts. She was my pet, my honey bear, loved being by my feet worshipping kissing, licking, sucking tasting, my slave by my side during the day and night. Her tender hands gently massaging taking my aches away, healing me with her body and soul, gently whispering into my ears that she is only mine, her obedience to all my commands is all she lives for.  Reassuring that she was not a dream, it was her delight submit and surrender as this was her only wish.

She came from the land of the ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs flow, her name was Birna… she came to me in my dream… It was a nice dream but it wasn’t real life.

Now my search goes on to find her in real life, are you her by any chance?