I want you naked, wearing only wrist and ankle restraints or kneeling on the bed with your ass up in the air, your legs held apart by a spreader bar, your hands free, able to prop yourself up, with ropes ready for you just in case. 

I want you blindfolded, with no idea what I'm about to do to you next.  Knowing that you may be in for a spanking or perhaps an hour of oral sex.  Knowing only that you've just surrendered.

I want you scared, helpless.  I want you *willingly* at my mercy, wondering, shaking, breathing hard as you hear me moving through the room, gathering toys, dildos and plugs.

I want you flinching at my first touch.

I want you listening intently for the buzz of the violet wand, shuddering in anticipation of that first gentle spark.

I want you soft and open, dripping wet as you always are, waiting for me, so I can get you lubed up and stroke you until you're bucking in my hand. 

Then I'll be teasing you, driving you mad, feeling the rush of power in denying you over and over again.  Listening to you beg, "Please!!!"  And then, you'll let go with a moaning sigh or satiated scream.

I want you desperate, desperate for my cock in you or a dildo, desperate for my hand on your pussy, desperate to be taken by me; then to give *me* whatever I want. 

I want you hurting, feeling the scratches and the bites through your aching desire.  I'll mark you with marks you'll carry for a week. 

You'll groan as I make you writhe in ecstasy.

I want you whimpering, feeling the plug vibrating in you ass as I caress you and vibrate your pussy, knowing that a sadistic thought will turn that caress into a pinch or a slap.

I want you open, displayed, your hole slick and pulsing ready for me to slide into that display, ready for me to drive into you as far as I want to go, to drive you as high as you can get.  Flying.  Panting, moaning, begging for more.

I want you under me, flat on you back, released from bondage, but not from my control.  Knowing that you still need my permission to come -- or to stop.

I want you holding your breasts up in supplication as I prepare to pierce your nipples.

I've had you, and still I want you; naked, begging.  Mine.