I want to be spoiled, spoiled in his Dominance. To run free in my submission. To be his prey as he snares me in his ropes. To be his hunger as flames dance around my body and wax runs along my curves, feeding all his desires.
To feel his hand gripping my leg as he shows his ownership to the world. Greeting him each day with pure devotion, his collar around my neck. To have him take me to the edge and hold me there teetering, begging until he allows me to be washed in pure ecstasy.
Aching for each strike across my skin, crying tears of obedience. I want to serve him in every way. Be on my knees looking up to him with a desire no one else understands.
With subtle words and slight glances we can communicate across the room. He knows my thoughts, he learned who I was and who I am. He can guide me to what I want or need before I know these things.
A simple “babygirl” or “my slave” in a deep whisper, calming me, bringing me to the headspace I need to be.
I have his mark upon my skin. To be his lil slave when the time arrives
