I sit here aroused beyond all measure. The issue is I always heard when you feed a fire it grows, I have fed my dom side all my life yet it has gotten happy lazy and content.
Yet my inner submissive keeps calling to me like a siren wishing ill upon me. What once started as a mere whimsical notion, and a few mistaken lovers is turing into such an obsession I haven't felt the urge to dom in months.
I look in my soul panicked wondering whats happening to me, to my world I built what I know about myself upon. My former truth in shambles in its place is the forgotten girl, she's begging for someone to make a bitch outta her.
I pleed this isn't who we are, but then in my dreams she assaults me with visions of pleasure I have never known, in the real world. Moments where I had topped women so powerfully inversed so I become the wet pink pussy heavenly ass up face down getting spanked for being naughty asking a master to penetrate me. I feel a flush blush as he says only good girls get what they want. I pleed desperately I can be good for your wood. He laughs and says funny isn't the same thing and then grabs my hair yanks my head up and forces the deepest kiss I ever felt. Content I sigh falling into his passion.
As I have these dreams I startle awake, I cannot take such thoughts. I profess this isnt me god damn it! Yet my body already proved it has betrayed me, I'm far too horny to let pride and ego get in the way of me slipping a finger or two in and exploring every bit of this new found arousal.
My thirsty pussy calls out to me let it be reality, to finally be someones good girl so he will have no choice but to please me as I have always craved.
Yet could it ever be? Or can more importantly I ever truly be ready for a moment such as this.