While I have you in my grasp I make certain you are a changed woman by the time I am done.
For the moment I have you, I own you.
I play with you like a deck of cards.
I set an alarm in my mind to see how long you can withstand my lustful rage, and then I hit the snooze button a dozen times while I keep the wand fixed on your clit.
You are such a good little one to me so I could I not torment your kitty a little bit longer, or so I rationalize.
I wait for that first orgasm to set in. Then the next. Then the next five.
Looking into your watery eyes I find Zen, witnessing your submission in full effect as you speak to me with your need for more and ache for me to stop at the same time.
This paradox is unexplainable but it makes perfect sense to the two of us and that is all that matters when you say “Oh Fuck! Daddy.”
“Oh Fuck”, tells me you can’t handle it.
“Daddy”, tells me “more please”.
So Kitten, just release yourself once again to me and get used to the idea that I have so many more paintings to paint, and your body is my canvas.
The next time I will have a new plan. The next time, I will change you forever, yet again.
The next time can’t come soon enough.
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