Tell me what makes Your pulse quicken, and stirs your blood, rushing it to all those secret places of You. i kneel before you, as a supplicant seeking only to please.
Show me how to touch you. Or is this pleasure denied me ? Is Your only wish to claim me and mark me as Yours? Touch me in ways that give no thought to my pleasure, only your own. Do You wish to be selfish for once? To be anything but gentle, to give way to those desires You crushed, pushed down, and swore didn’t exist anymore? Will You take me as man has always taken woman, proving to her that he could have her, anytime, anyplace, anywhere?
How do You want to fuck me? Do You want to look into my eyes, seeing nothing but desire? Or will it be from behind, so that You can look at me without a hint of self-control? Your kind arm wrapped around my waist, supporting me, steadying me for Your pleasure, all the while bringing You closer to finding the complete end of Yourself, teetering on the edge of splintering into the man You always knew You were?
Will You hold me afterward? Gathering me close, feeling my still-rapid heart. So near, you can hear my pleasure and know it was You who made me feel every delectable ounce of it. And as i drift into a place of complete surrender, i have the deepest knowledge you can protect me from the creeping light of day.
Rule Number 8: i trust my Master: His responsibilities, His skills, His hunger and needs, and His concern for my safety, my emotional, psychological, social, sexual, and physical health.