On your knees, bound, collared, cuffed, and with my cock deep inside your throat, nobody would ever guess that you hold all the cards.
You, are the one with me in the palm of your hand. Not the other way around. Your submissive state is like an iron grip around my wrist. I am yours now. Never was that more true.
The paradox of a D/s relationship is just this. On the surface, I control everything. In reality, your strength in submission is what carries the torch.
Vanilla lovers don’t get this. They also are missing out on the best type of intimacy so who gives a shit what they understand, or think they understand. We have all been them before. We know what that holds. No thanks.
I want anger. I want lust. I want tears. I want running mascara. I want forced orgasms. I want total annihilation.
I want your head on my chest after in absolute bliss.