The Slow Reveal
I was an unusual child. Ha! I suppose that goes without saying. I had some qualities and ways about me that adults often found endearing but that set me apart from my peers. Take Christmas morning for example. Most kids would tear open every present they could find under the tree, ripping the paper to shreds, eagerly seeking what lay beneath, one box after another until the supply was quickly exhausted. Then, having run out or surprises they would sit, amid a pile of packaging and once beautiful wrapping in almost bemused dejection having realized that “Christmas” was over so soon. All the weeks of anticipation snuffed out in a few short moments. In their disappointment they would set about playing with the one or two presents that actually captured their imagination while ignoring the rest; perhaps for good. And so it went, year after year.
As I said, I was little different. Unwrapping presents on Christmas morning was a matter of great ritual for me. I always made a point to open one present then wait while watching others unwrap their gifts first before seeking my next. When I would finally get to one of my own I would take my time; savoring the beauty of the wrapping and the bows, looking to the presenter of the gift to say “Thank you” before even beginning to open the wrapping paper. Then when I finally did, I would peel back the tape ever so carefully so as not to tear the paper, as though preserving it to be used another year. Ever so slowly and carefully I would open one end, then the other, perhaps not even looking inside for a hint of what lay beneath. Then finally, with painstaking care I would release the last strip of tape on the bottom, peeling back the paper almost sensuously, maximizing the anticipation of the beauty and joy of the gift already received yet still hidden from sight. Only after the last possible delay would I gaze upon the gift before me in all its exposed glory to be held, eyed, worn or played with.
I love anticipation. I love to build it and play with it. In so many ways that is what D/s is all about for me. Anticipation. Suspense. Denial. Maybe soon. Or maybe not. And my God, how I love the slow reveal! Whether it is tantalizingly peeling off layers of clothing or methodically peeling back the layers of a submissive’s personality and being, I do so crave the long slow process that leads to one revelation after another; physical, mental and emotional.
Of course there are times when the slow reveal, sensually removing her clothes, is really not conducive to the moment or mood I am seeking. After all, there is nothing more impactful to cement the power exchange then to order my Muse to “Strip!” There is something so delicious in watching her shed her clothes at my command and in so doing shed her armor of everyday life. The mere act of exposing herself to me sends her spiraling into the role of submissive and simultaneously empowers me in my role as Dom.
But even in these moments of hasty compliance, I will not be denied my pleasure. At the last possible instant I tell her to “Leave the panties.” There is something about being almost naked that can feel even more vulnerable and aware than actually being naked. The remaining shreds of cloth and lace serve as constant reminder of the clothes no longer present. And above all, they allow me to indulge in what I so crave; the slow reveal. Now, having made my point and cemented our respective D/s roles, I can take all the time I want to tease and rub and examine and play. All the time I want to savor the gift that has already been given but that has yet to be revealed. The present is mine yet I want the mystery to last just a while longer…and so too does she.
The slow reveal; its like Christmas every day.
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