There’s a fire inside me tonight, burning low and hot, and it has only one name, Yours.
I feel needy for You, my Master. Not in a passing way, not in some shallow flicker of want, but in the way a starving soul craves air, in the way my body aches just knowing I belong to You and yet, right now, You are not wrapped around me. I am restless with yearning, with this deep ache that pulses through me like a heartbeat. It is more than physical. It is something primal, spiritual, all consuming.
I am lusting for You. My thoughts circle endlessly around the image of Your hands, the sound of Your voice, the weight of Your body pressing into mine. My skin tingles at the thought of Your fingers trailing across it, slow and possessive, reminding me exactly who I belong to. I crave Your roughness, the way You take me, claim me, leave me wrecked and remade in the same moment. I ache to be undone by You.
I need Your attention. Not just a glance or a word, but that intense, focused gaze that strips me bare and sees the real me, the one that kneels for You, the one that flourishes under Your will. I hunger for Your presence, Your energy, Your Dominance enveloping me like a second skin. When I feel overlooked, I wither. But when You turn Your full attention on me. I bloom. I come alive.
I yearn for Your Mastery. I need Your structure, Your guidance, the discipline that keeps me tethered to purpose. I want You to lead me, direct me, correct me, control me. It brings me peace to surrender into Your control. There’s comfort in knowing I don’t have to hold everything, You hold me. And I trust You with everything I am.
Your Dominance isn’t just something I respond to, it is something I thirst for. It calls to something deep inside of me, something feral and feminine and submissive. I ache to be claimed, used, treasured, owned. I want to feel that overwhelming sense of You, Your strength, Your control, Your authority, wrapped around me like chains I never want to break.
And Your touch, Master, I crave it. I dream of Your hands on me, rough and unrelenting, leaving marks that say “mine.” I want Your kisses, hard and hungry, that make my knees weak. I want to feel You push me down, lift me up, pull me in close. I need to feel Your skin against mine, Your breath in my ear, Your command in my soul.
I miss You. I ache for You. I am ready to be taken, used, praised, punished, broken down and built back up by You.
Please, my Master, this is what it means to need you.