I
want you kneeling before me so I can look into your eyes, I
want to grab a fistful of your hair as I pull you closer to me, the
fear in your eyes as you are uncertain what is to follow.
I want to
see you plead with your eyes, begging me without words, the pleading,
longing looks. I want to hear your nervous laugh when I make a
suggestion about doing something to you, followed by the change in
your face as you realise that I am not joking.
I want to leash you to
my bed so that you are there when I awake, your kneeling beside the
bed, reaching in to gently awaken me from my sleep. I want to use
your mouth, to save me from empting the ashtray, tilting your
head back so as not to spill any drop on my silk covers ,watching
you gag and choke the tears forming in your eyes as you don’t know
how much more you can take.
I want to feel you hug my legs as you sit
beside me while I am on the sofa, leaning your head against my legs
as I reach down to stroke your hair while I read or watch TV. I want
to wait for you to go to sleep so I can awaken you to get me
something that I could so easily have gotten myself, just because I
can. !!
I want you in chastity, the device making your full balls begging for release yet watching you suffer as I torture them
even more. I want to watch your face as I twist them, squeeze them,
making you suffer the pain that it creates, waiting for you to beg
for a release that may or may not come. And if it does, I want you to
be grateful for every time it may be granted, thanking me, yet
knowing that you have earned that release through my torture of you.
I want you to never know whether that release will ever be granted.
I
want to feel your tongue as you worship my ass, ordering you to
extend your tongue deep into the depths of me. I want to make you
bend down and kiss my feet in the supermarket when you accidentally
step on my toe carrying all the bags, watching the internal battles in your mind. I want to
lie you on your back in the shower as I cum all over you, marking
you as mine, and then make you stay like that while I shower myself
clean, your lying in the dirty used water. I want to use you just
because I can, not worrying about whether you liked it or not, but
just because I did and because I can because you are mine to use.
I
want to hurt you to see if the pain that you take will be enough to
make you cum. I want to drag my nails down the length of your back,
watching you flinch as the skin begins to break and sting, you daring
not to scream or to say it hurts knowing that I will do it even
harder. I want to make you wear restraints under your clothes, so I can smile and laugh as you walk
away from me fearing its going to show and knowing you will be
punished if it does.
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I want you to kneel beside me as I eat dinner,
you waiting for any food that I may think of giving you, feeding you
from my fingers, scraping the scraps into a bowl that I place before
you to eat. I want to force my fingers in your mouth , taking
them deep into your mouth.. I want to see how much you can take making you gag and heave, yet knowing that you do this
for me even though its far from what you want.
I want to place my
hands around your neck to see the fear in your eyes as you realise
that I control the most basic of things in your ability to breath. I
want to hurt you and torture you making you cry out, making you cry
big fat tears and wipe them away as they fall down your reddened
cheeks.
I want to see you beg for release and just as you are about
to cum to stop you, watching the desperation in your face knowing
that you will not be able to stop however much you want to along with
the panic in your eyes as you desperately fight it, knowing that if
you don’t stop you will be punished.
I want to sit on the sofa
while on the phone, feeling your tongue against my clit not taking
any notice of what you are doing. I want to be with you when you are
busy, distracting you, seeing how far I can push you and then ask you
why you haven’t gotten anything done. I want to see your face when
you have done something wrong, I want to see just how sorry you are
and how you show that to me, I want to hurt you until you cry and
cannot take anymore.
I want you to ask permission to get into bed
beside me and then see your face when I order you to sleep on the
floor. I want to place you in a cage, poke and prod you, tease your
body, and then hear you desperately ask to be let out except then
leave you alone.
I want to see the drops of hot wax fall over your
hard cock and tender balls and hear you scream as it touches them. I
want to gag you tightly and watch your eyes drift as it sends you
into that space in your mind, seeing how humiliated you feel as you
sound so stupid when you mumble and dribble like a baby.
I want to
hold you, nurse you, hear your heart beating as its close to mine. I
want to see how you dare to say “No”, and your reaction as you
see the look on my face at hearing the word. I want you to kneel
before me and masturbate until you come, as I make you lick your
hands clean and then make you go on all fours with your head touching
the floor while I crop your tender parts.
I want you collared and
leashed and attached to my chair while I work, so I can stroke your
head every so often while you stroke and tend to my feet and legs and
other parts that you may be given permission to touch. I want you to
worship me all over listening and learning how I want to be touched
even knowing that you may never be touched in return.
I want us to go
out for dinner where you will await to be told when you can sit,
where I will order something that you hate to eat but then watch you
as you do it, watching the reaction of you heave over something you
dislike so much yet daring not to complain.
I want to feel you close
to me, kneeling before me, knowing that as I look into your eyes I
see how much you trust me, how much you need to serve, knowing how
much you please me and how much I cherish you. I want to hear you
scream and sigh, to hear you cry and whimper, I want to hear you beg
and plead, I want to hear you say thank you.
I want to feel your body
when you’re scared, as it shivers with fear yet excitement,
watching you as your body betrays the arousal that you try to hide. I
want to take you to a high, and hold you in a low. I want to see as
you drift into that most wonderful place with the depth of your
submission, knowing that you give that to me.
I want to feel your
devotion in everything that you do, with your knowing that you are
loved for all that you are.
I want . . .
I want this . . .
I want it all . . .
I want everything . . .
I want more.
You have mentioned many times how far i have come, the depths my submission has reached. As i read and reread this post I cant help but see how far You have come as well my Goddess. I never used to hear You talk like this, conversations were of generalization, never so specific. Yet now You know exactly what You want, so detailed, so dark and deep. I wonder have You always wanted these things? or have they grown and surfaced with Your capturing of me? Is it the actions that You crave? or is it distinctly Your forever slave that brings these wants bubbling to the surface? Not trying to be presumptuous or full of myself but I would wager it is the chemistry between us that has allowed these wants to flourish.
ReplyDeleteI say this because that is how it is with me. Every word You wrote spoke to me, yanked at me, bound me and tormented me. But not because of the act, but because of YOU. Your wants are my needs, my obsessions. You have mentioned that You are always a step ahead, and that You listen to everything i say, watch everything i do and pickup on my needs. I know this to be true and this post proved it. Or is it that we are so connected that You truly want all of these things with out thought of me because it is as if You have delved deep inside me, rummaging around in that space that only You can take me too, taking inventory of all my deepest, darkest and most deprived secrets and triggers. And made them Your own. Taking all of me, there is nothing that I can hide from You.
And now You have laid it all out on the table, showing me what is in store, not because i want it, NO, because YOU want it. I tremble as i read, is it excitement or fear? More a mixture of the two I would imagine. Part of me wonders could i ever endure, while another part craves it, and yet another part curls up in the corner shivering.
And all of these feeling are due just to the mention of Your wants, just the thought of how strong Your grip on me is pushes me lower into that place. What will happen when You take it, when You actually carry through with Your wants? what will become of me then? Does it even matter, do You even care? or will my slavery be so complete that I truly do just exist for YOU? Yes my Goddess...I truly do exist for YOU, Your wants, are my needs. Your desires are my obsessions. Your words are my laws. MORE FOR my GODDESS, MORE FOR my GODDESS, MORE AND MORE AND MORE FOR my GODDESS!!!!!
Its definitly you, and our chemistry that has brought this out in me. As slavery to me brings more and more of you out, Ownership of you brings more and more out of me. I sometimes live inside you, feed off of you, and yes rummage through that hot mess of emotions and secrets you keep guarded so well. You may guard them from everyone but you cannot from me. I told you a while ago, * I am coming for you* I meant that in every sense of the word. I will not stop, I will not give in,I will not retreat. The amazon in me will win the battle of your mind and soul. I need to! and you need it too! We need together, perfectly in sync.
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