Clothes ripped from my body.
Pushed to my knees to wait.
Under your spell again.
I can’t say no to you.
Rope deftly wrapped around my chest, my shoulders, back to my arms. Binding my breasts to high, taut sensitive pieces of flesh. Binding my wrists behind my back. The final tail of rope wraps around the center knot between my breasts and acts as my leash.
Voice like quiet thunder. Words that make me blush. Words that make me wet. Words that make me throb.
Shouldn’t let you torture me so sweetly…
…Shouldn’t let you conquer me completely.
Submission washing over me like rain. I feel it, I breathe it, I taste it. An almost-tangible sensation is washing over me…like a combination of the moment just before tears, the moment just after orgasm and the deep ache of needy lust.
Painpleasurepainpleasure. They melt as one, but yet sharp contrast.
You use me as yours, I am your toy and your slut. I am fighting the battle between riding the wave of this dream this fantasy this real pleasure, and the need and urge to be ever-vigilant to your whims and orders. I cannot tell if you truly know …..
This need, want, lust…it feels like a balloon. You keep expanding it, until I fear I will burst. I am overflowing with words, I need touch. Reality. Soon.
So take care what you ask of me,
cause I can’t say no.