Give me your tired, your poor and huddled mass of a body, yearning to breathe free, as a ball gag restricts you and makes you question yourself and what you once believed you’d never accept.
I need to see this level of submission in you, in order to breathe free, myself.
Give all of you to me and take all of me with you. Come on little bunny and let’s see where this rabbit hole really goes to.
Tell yourself “anything he wants.”
Repeat it, like a mantra over and over and over again.
As the rope goes around you, keep on repeating it. Sink deep into the state of mind of your gift of giving and know you have a man who has your best interest in mind through it all.
While the coolness of the air hits your breasts and the warmth of your drool falls down to them, the juxtaposition of this feeling will somehow make perfect sense to you.
My anger will be solidified through my deep adoration of you. My love, displayed in rage. Your wonderful orgasm, stolen from you against your will.
All of this, for some bizarre reason, will seem just as it is supposed to be.
So give, just a little bit more. Just a bit more. And keep in giving.
Until all of you is mine.