Ok, I've come to the conclusion that I can not submit to a man I have no emotional connection to and I wont find that man here on this site.  That man is my boyfriend and he'll dominate me when and how he sees fit.

As you can probably see by my profile, I have subby days and then I have not so subby days, LOL.  I never know what kind of day I'm going to wake up to and you wont either.

Now, having said that.  I am interested in topping or trying my hand at being a Domme.  Are there any guys out there that would be willing to try an online "relationship" for a while to see if I'm any good at this.  If you've been trained before or not, doesn't really matter since I'm brand new at this anyway.

I'M A WORK IN PROGRESS

1. I'm shy, believe it or not.
2. I have what I think is mild social anxiety, although it causes me major issues sometimes.
3. I can't always "read" people, I miss sarcasm or I don't get the joke.
4. I don't think I'm that attractive.
5. I'm a Facebook junkie.
6. I am still trying to find my place in this lifestyle.
7. I am easily embarrassed.
8. I would prefer to be desired than debased
9. If I fail at an instruction I am given, I will take it to heart
10. Humiliation is not something I want in any way, shape or form.  I will be crying but not in a "I'm going to like this later" kind of way.  It will be more of a "I never want you near me ever again" kind of way.

11. Sometimes I just can't speak.  If you ask me a question or tell me to say something, the words get stuck and no matter how badly I want to do as I'm told ... I can't

12. I want wear my corset more often so that I can get used to having it on.

13. I greatly enjoy reading erotic stories

to be continued ...

Feeling lost.  Three roads before me and no idea which to take.  Submission calls to me, dominance tantalizes, both entreat me to follow.

The warm and familiar arms of submission wrap around my mind and tell that everything will be alright in the end.  That I wont be unowned forever, that someone will come along that will fit the space left empty for him.

The males look up at me from the floor, the power tastes good but it's new.  Will the novelty wear off and leave me grasping again?  Is it possible to get what I need by telling someone else to fulfill that for me?  Is that what dominance is, I'm not so sure?

I could accept both but then where do I fit in?  How comfortable can I be not knowing where I stand from day to day?

The fog closes in around me and the three roads fade away until they are gone.  Tears fall silently to wet my cheeks, my mind is thrown into confusion.  I turn and walk back the way I've come.  The crossroads will be here tomorrow, maybe I'll have an answer when I return.

Hm, it seems that "doms" on here don't like it when their "fap fodder" talks back.  LMAO!!!

The music continues but the other sensations have stopped.  Maybe he was just taking his time in choosing his next implement?  I’m not sure what to expect, I’ve never played with this Top before.  My blindfolded eyes see nothing and the music drowns out all ambient noise, all signals I might be able to pick up from others in the room.  I hang there, just waiting.  I can’t do much else, not with my cuffs tied tightly to the rings in the post above my head.  I will my hearing to improve, just for some clue – any clue – as to what was going to happen.

Then he turns me around, the ropes at my wrists twisting as he whispers in my ear,

“Good girl, my pet.”

I recognize that voice, I was hoping to hear it.  Oh the bliss, my Sir wants to play with me.  Visions of more floggings pass behind my blindfold and I sigh softly.  I feel his hands caress lightly down my arms after checking my cuffs.  I tilt my head towards his hand as he brushes past my cheek, over my shoulder.  I had already been beaten on, whipped, flogged and pinched, these caresses feel like heaven after all that.  Although the wetness between my legs kind of give away the fact that I have enjoyed every painful second of it.

His fingers wrap in my hair, pulling my head back as he presses his lips against mine, his tongue playing with mine as I melt against him.  He never usually kisses me this way, it’s  excitement on an entirely different level.  This kiss seems to last forever, each second better than the last but I have no idea how good a girl I have actually been.

His lips lift away from mine and I whimper, missing him already but I don’t have long to wait.  He plants a hot trail of kisses along my jaw line, to the top of my heavy leather collar.  He moves down, past the collar, teasing that bitten spot at the top of my shoulder.  I hiss and try to draw back but he doesn’t allow it.  He wraps his arms around my waist as he pulls me closer and leaves his own mark there.

He nibbles lightly along my shoulder but as he moves down my chest, he resumes the kissing and tender affection.  I lean my head back against the post as his fingers slip from my hair and slid down my back.  I hold my breath, Sir has not done this before.  I’ve wanted him to but never knew how to ask and now I don’t have to.  All I feel is warmth on my breast, moving slowly lower.  With my head leaned back, I press my body toward my Sir ... hoping.

I actually feel my nipples pull taut, standing out from my body.  I want him to kiss, lick, bite ... whatever he wants to do, it will be welcome.  Just as I start to relax a bit, enjoying the gentle kisses on my skin, I feel his teeth bite down and I groan.  The feel of his bite there is more than I can take, the wetness slides down my inner thigh.

His teeth release me but he’s not finished, his tongue laves my nipple, drawing a sigh from me.  Sir has not done this before and I hope this won’t be the last time I get to feel his mouth there.  He closes his lips around the tip of my breast and it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world.  All I can think is how good my Sir is to me!

As he licks and nips on the right, his left hand doesn’t leave my other breast unattended.  The pinching is a lovely counterpoint to the soft attention his mouth is providing.  I don’t know whether to moan or sigh when I feel his free hand push deep between my legs. 

“You’ve been such a good girl, pet.  I thought you deserved a reward, I’m even going to let them watch if they want to.”

I hadn’t even thought about the audience in the room with us, but now I could feel them there.  I have no idea how many are watching but it doesn’t matter, it’s exciting to know someone is watching.

He stands and moves away from me, the loss of connection almost makes me cry.  Even with the blindfold still on, I can feel the eyes watching me, appraising me.  I think I can even hear whispered conversations over the music that still plays.

Just as I’m beginning to wonder if I’m going to be left on display, Sir presses himself against me. I can feel the state of him through the jeans he wears,

“Do you feel what you do to me?  That’s not really fair to do that to me in public, is it?”

He presses against me harder and his fingers once again wrap in my hair as he pulls in toward him for a kiss.  Then he’s gone again... but not for long.

Suddenly, my d off the floor.  All my weight is now hanging from my wrist cuffs and my knees, which are up near my waist and resting on Sirs hands.  I am confused for only a second before I feel his tongue dance between my legs.  It takes me a moment to relax and trust that I am safe I am.  I give myself over to him and let go.

I can barely keep myself still, I can feel his tongue on my clit, flicking at the ring there.  I arch my back, trying to get closer and feel his tongue push in deep.  I can’t help it, I cry out as shudders wrack my body.  Sir continues his tasting of me, I shake and try to breathe as my clit is flicked again.  I can hear the audience in the room murmur appreciatively, but I don’t care what they are saying.  I am too lost to my Sir.

I don’t remember it happening but I realize my feet are on the floor and Sir is once again pressed against me.  He leans close to my ear and I can feel my wetness on his cheek as he tells me,

“Now I get to have my turn.  Yes, my pet.... they are still watching,”  He steps away from me but I can still feel him close by, I know for sure he’s there when I hear the zipper on his jeans.

I haven’t been able to catch my breath yet but it doesn’t matter, once again my legs are lifted by the knees and I can feel him there, his cock pressing against my cunt, his breath hot on my ear.  I am thrumming with the sensations of the evening, the knowledge that people are watching does nothing but sharpen everything. 

Sir presses closer and I feel his dick press into my body, the wetness that is there makes it easy and I can hear him groan with pleasure as he buries himself deep.  Then it begins, the hottest fucking of my life.  I’m blindfolded and hung by my wrists from a post and this man has taken total control of me.  Using me like a toy and I can do nothing about it.

His hips pound against me, my back slams against the post and my breath catches in my chest.

“Cum for them, pet ... show them what a good girl you can be.”

I writhe against him.  I wish at least one of my hands were free, my hard little clit is crying out to be touched but I don’t have that option.  I whimper my answer and I know he hears me, he thrusts harder and I can’t breathe.

Before I can get my breathing under control, his mouth is on my breast again.  He licks softly at first and then takes my nipple into his mouth, he teeth scrape the tip lightly before he bites down again.  I can’t help it, I scream and cum again.  He bites harder but there is no pain, only pleasure flashing through my body.  Sir slams into me harder and I know he’s close.  I can feel the marks on my back reddening again as I am bashed against the post, I know I’m going to love every bruise from this encounter.

For the first time that night, I speak,

“Please, Sir ... please, Sir ... please.”

I beg, although I’m not sure for what exactly.  I just want him to enjoy his toy, his pet.  I want him to give me everything of him.  I don’t notice the silence in the room, broken only by his harsh breath next to my ear.  I can’t even hear the music even though I know it’s still playing, somewhere in the background.

Then I feel it, he pounds the hardest yet and tenses, pulling me against him and freezes.  I can feel tears welling behind the blindfold because I know I have pleased him.  He stands there inside me for a few moments with his face resting against mine before he steps back, pulling himself from me and lowering my feet to the floor again.

“Good girl, pet .... very good girl.”

The sounds in the room flood back and wash over me as I relax against the post and feel a soft blanket being wrapped around my sweaty body.

Stranger in the Room

Her breath was slow and even as she slept, her body curled and barely disguised by the thin sheet. The room as hot
No breeze moved the sheer curtains over the window that had been left open in the hopes of cooling off the oven of a bedroom. She lay curled on her right side, the thin sheet pushed down to her knees. He could hear her soft and even breath as he sat in the chair in the corner, hidden in the shadow of the large antique wardrobe.
It wasn’t very late, but he had known she would be asleep ... 5am came early for college students. She sat in front of him in his morning Psych class, teasing him with the light scent of her pomegranate shampoo. Every time she turned to chat with her friend beside her, it wafted over him like an aphrodisiac. Most days, he left the room barely able to contain his hard on, thank goodness for loose jeans.
He started slightly when she shifted in her sleep. Now she lay on her back, legs splayed and arms behind her head, under the pillow. It wouldn’t get better than this, he had to move now. He rose from the chair slowly, his cock stiffening as he moved toward the bed. Stopping at the side of the bed he is once again hit with the sweet scent of her, but now it’s a mix of the shampoo and sleep. Without even a thought, his cock is rock hard. He leans down slowly and rests his hands on her arms, pressing her against the bed.
She mumbles incoherently as he lifts a leg to straddle her, he barely puts any weight on her yet, not wanting her to be fully conscious just now. He watches her eyes move under her lids as she dreams a reason for what she’s feeling, his own breath increasing in time with hers. Suddenly she stops all movement, her head is still and her eyes stop the quick back and forth. He drops his full weight on her flat belly, his hands sliding under the pillow to grip her wrists tightly. He opens his eyes and sees her staring at him, her lips parted in an attempted scream but his body on her stomach keeps her from pulling in a full breath and she only gasps in terror.
He leans down until his lips brush her ear, “Finally, I’ve been waiting for this moment ...Can you feel me? I’m so hard for you, I’m aching!”
She tried to pull away from his face but his grip is too hard on her wrists, she cringes at the feel of his hot breath on her cheek and she hadn’t even noticed his erection until he mentioned it. The thought of what he wanted to do to her brought tears to her eyes, she choked back sobs.
His tongue moves along her cheek, washing the tears from her skin and he growls deeply in his throat at the thought of what other areas of her would be wet soon.
“You’ll need to be quiet, I want to use your mouth and duct tape would just get in the way.”
She bucked against him in a frantic attempt at escape but he just groaned, pressing his swollen cock against her belly. In swift, economical movements he slipped the loops of rope around her wrists and climbs off the bed to pull them tight. Her arms are pulled to the side of the mattress, her tits on display for him to see. A bright red blush crosses her cheeks as she turns her head away from him, her blonde hair falling over to hide her face.
Once he has her secured to the bed, he stops a moment to just look. Admiring her full tits and slim hips, but it’s the cleanly shaved pussy that excites him. He moves toward the end of the bed, she’s pulled her legs up to curl away from him. Grabbing her ankles he yanks hard on her legs, pulling her toward him as far as the ropes on her arms dig into the thin skin of her wrists.
As he moves into a comfy spot between her legs, he glances up at her, “You like it rough don’t you? Don’t worry, I think I can take care of that.” She glances down to see his face disappear between her legs.
His tongue moves along the softness of her lips, probing gently at first until he finds the sweet wetness that she’s been fighting. She squeal and he stops, raising his head. “I said shut up!”, he growls at her and lifts her left leg off the bed. With a sharp, loud smack his hand makes contact with her ass plump and she jumps, trying not to scream at the sting that makes her stomach roll.
He goes back to eating her out, his fingers parting the outer lips of her pussy. He takes her clit between his lips and sucks roughly as his hands rubs the now red hand print that has appeared on her ass. Fingers trace along the crease of her upper thigh, moving toward her wet hole. As he licks and sucks at her clit, he drives his two fingers into her. Her body is moved up on the bed with the force of his thrusting, her quiet moaning coming in time with each forceful movement.
For what seems like forever, he continues like this; his tongue, lips and teeth working at her swollen bud while his fingers drive into her. She thrashes on the bed but knows that she has no chance to get away while her hands are bound above her head. She wishes desperately that her body would not react as it is, her pussy getting wetter with each minute and the unwanted orgasm building in her.
Her eyes widen as she feels a new fullness. He is pushing all his fingers into her cunt, pushing as far as they will go and she can barely keep herself from screaming out for him to stop. She knows he wont. She can feel her pussy stretching around his hand, farther than it’s ever been forced to go before. The flicking of his tongue has not stopped and she can feel the pressure deep within her core. She tosses her head from side to side, and against what her mind is telling her to do, her body is pushing against him.
Her hips and pussy have taken over, she has no control as she feels the heat rising in her. Her ass lifts off the bed and she can hear him chuckle to himself, “I knew it, I knew you were a horny slut! You wanted this and you wanted it bad.”
He turns his hand palm up, not taking his fingers out of her. Curling the middle two slightly he easily finds her G-spot and begins to rub. Now, she does scream! Her body moves in small convulsions as the sensations wash over her. His mouth on her clit and fingers on her g-spot are more than she can take. Totally beyond her control her body takes over and she cums hard, she can feel the wetness pouring out of her body but he doesn’t stop until she is screaming and writing uncontrollably under him.
He slows his movements until he is sitting between her splayed knees. Grasping her ankles in one hand, he presses her legs to the side and brings his free hand down on her ass cheek again. A sharp intake of breath is all the evidence that she even felt it. He smacks again but before moving back to take another swing, he gently rubs the red and raised skin. Again and again his hand slams down on her ass and between each stinging connection, he lightly rubs the tender flesh.
His cock is throbbing as he spanks her, watching her skin get more red and hot with each well planted palm. He releases her ankles, knowing that she will stay still, the squeals and sighs let him know that. Despite herself, she likes being treated like a bad girl.
He takes his cock in hand and begins to stroke himself, though he continues to slam his hand against her backside. He knows he can’t contain himself much longer so he moves up over her prone body until he is sitting astride her shoulders. Taking a fist full of her blonde tresses, he forces her to look up at him as he lowers his dick toward her mouth.
“I told you I wanted to use your mouth. This is gonna be sweet.”, his voice is husky as he presses the head of his hard dick against her closed lips. Knowing she wont open her mouth willingly, he grabs her jaw with his free hand and presses his fingers against each cheek. The pressure forces her mouth open and he pushes his hips forward.
“If you bite me, you’re not gonna like what the punishment will be.” He smacks her in the face with a fraction of the power he used on her ass but it’s enough to leave a hand print and she knows she better not bite.
Slowly, he starts fucking her mouth, letting her get the rhythm before he really starts working himself on her. Her lips and tongue can’t help but move along the shaft of his cock. He groans with lust at the feel of her tongue on him. Soon he can’t help but pound into her mouth, slamming the head of his dick against the back of her throat. The look in her eyes is one of pure terror and it excites him even more, he can barely keep from shoving it all the way down her throat. She is gagging and bucking beneath him but still her drives himself into her mouth, his breath coming fast as he gets close to cumming.
Just when she thinks she can’t take anymore without biting him, he stops. He moves back down over her body and lifts her legs up and off the bed, resting them on his shoulders. For a moment, he pauses to stroke his aching member before he pushes into her ass. She shrieks at the slight sting and odd pressure. This is a first for her and not exactly how she imagined it would happen. He moves slowly at first, letting her get the feel of him filling her, the tightness around his cock is almost more than he can bare but he holds off; plunging into her hard and fast until he feels her body tighten around him, her shoulders lifting off the bed with the power of her orgasm.
Laughing he pulls out of her tightest hold and teases her dripping pussy and sensitive clit with the head of his cock. She tried to pull away but couldn’t before he pressed against her, his throbbing member pushing into her hot, wet hole. Taking hold of her hips in either hand, he slammed into her body, the feel of her surrounding him was enough to drive him over the edge. He pulled her back against him as he thrust forward, he body arching up to meet him as the muscles in deep in her clutched at him, bringing him closer to the release he was striving for.
He feels her body convulse around the length of his hard shaft one last time as her body thrashes on the bed, he slams in one more time before pulling out and shifting forward over her. He takes himself in his hand and strokes hard and fast, grunting as the final moment comes over him. He roars his pleasure as looks into her eyes, his cum covering her body, the white dripping onto her tits and stomach.
She stares at him as he slowly leans down to smother her mouth with his in a deep final kiss. As he lies down beside her with his arm draped over her stomach, lightly stroking her hip, he whispers, “Was that what you wanted baby? I don’t know about you but I had a great time!”
The smile on her face is tired and spent, “Sweetie, that was awesome! Next time, maybe we can do a capture scene first.” He reaches up to release her hands from their bonds and she turns toward him to snuggle up and drift off into a pleasantly satisfied sleep.

So Far Just a Dream

She rests only on her toes, the rope isn't long enough for her heels to touch the soft carpet. Her body sways slightly as she fights to keep her full weight off her bound wrists.
The darkness of the room and of her blindfold cloak her, the only clothing on her, a lacy bra. If he took that off her, her shame would be complete .... and welcomed. He would know then that she was not perfect, her body not magazine worthy. A hot flush crept over her cheeks as she thought of hanging there, totally exposed. it would be a relief to her in a way, she would no longer have to hide herself.
There is a creak as the door above her opens. She hears no click of the light switch before his footfalls descend the stairs. He doesn't speak as she moves around the room but she can feel his eyes laying hot trails on her chilled skin.
A slight brightening around the edges of her blindfold let her know there is at least one light on, thankfully not the one above her head. Still, she tries vainly to hide herself from him, even though she knows this invites punishment or maybe because she knows it will.
The first stinging smack across her ass shocks a cry from her lips, then his warm fingers caress the same spot. She cringes from him and is once again punished? ... rewarded? It no longer matters, she craves this time with him. The feel of the rope on her wrists, the heat from each blow, his body when he presses against her ... all are sensations her body calls out for in silence.
He nuzzles into her neck from behind and she can feel the smile on his face. Holding her breath as he steps away, preparing for what is to come; but it's no use ... She would never have been ready for the feel of unyielding wood across her tender skin. the wooden spoon leaves a delicious sting she can feel in the pit of her belly. Again the loathsome thing lands across her heated skin, the more she tries to move away, the more blows land.
She is in heaven. The ropes that bind her are glorious and the pain is everything she could ever ask for. Eventually, she stops resisting, tears course down her cheeks as she gasps for breath. The blows move gradually up her back and down her thighs. The tender skin of her ass getting a short reprieve but only a the expense of the rest of her.
Her feet are spread wide to keep her balance and he takes the chance to slip his fingers into her. the evidence of her body belies her tears and cries of pain. As his fingers explore her inner most secrets, he traces soft lines up her back to the clasp of her bra. She can't stop him, soon she'll be entirely exposed to him. She feels the hooks let go and hangs her head. The lacy garment is moved from her chest, up and behind her head.
Her tears flow faster, there is shame but also she is grateful to him. It was a choice she had wanted to make but couldn't. He took that from her ... or had she given it?
Once she is fully bare, on hand rains blows upon her while the other coaxes her to climax. The warring sensations wash over her as she gives herself over to him. She has no choice, right now, he is God.
Each stinging, stomach churning smack brings her higher. Wetness streams from her as his fingers work first her swollen clit and then plunge into her. Over and over he teases this way until she is close to begging for release. The next instance, spasms wrack her frame and she can no longer control anything.
He has given her bliss.

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This is one of my first scenes/stories. Not sure if I've gotten better but this one got a reaction I had been hoping for, LOL.

Her eyes slide over his body, followed closely by her eager fingertips. The sound of his breath catching in his throat excites her ... almost as much as the sight of him tied to the bed.
She straddles his waist and leans in close to him, her hot breath caressing his skin. Gently, she takes his earlobe between her teeth and sighs softly. His reaction is plain as his swelling member begins to push against her damp core.
"You like that?", she whispers. His only reply a soft groan. His hips grinding slightly against her.
Smiling to herself she shifts to flick her tongue across his nipple. He sighs as she gently pinches the other, her hips moving slowly from side to side. He can feel her wetness against him and wants more than anything to slip inside her.
Purring with anticipation she looks at his blindfolded face before licking a trail over his hot skin. A trail that leads to where he wants her to be.
Taking his now rigid cock in her hand, she flicks the tip with her tongue. The taste of his pre-cum is satisfying but not quite enough.
She makes no movement except that of her tongue. He is almost writhing beneath her, his body silently begging for the warmth of her mouth. she rewards him ... suddenly she is there. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue sliding along his shaft. He stifles his cries of pleasure with great difficulty as waves of sensation flow over his turgid member.
Without warning she stops ... he lies there with his arms bound, gasping. His next breath is accompanied by the feeling of her lips on his skin. Hot points of contact move up along his stomach and over his chest as she moves once more to straddle him. This time though she guides him into her wet cunt.
Releasing his bound wrists she places his hands on her full breasts, his fingers brushing over the erect nubs. His fingers clutch at her chest, squeezing the heavy globes and she groans softly. She begins to rise and fall, his cock never fully leaving her.
Their breath matches as they move together. His hands lower to her pumping hips and ensure an unbroken rhythm. She braces herself with one hand on his muscular chest as the other attends to her clit.
He can only hear her quickening breath from behind the blindfold but he can tell that she'll soon cum all over his cock. His grip on her tightens as her wet pussy clenches around him.
With two more driving thrusts they both cry out and she falls, shuddering against his chest. Her heat still pulsing around his as they lay gasping.

Breakfast

She doesn't turn as she hears his footfall on the kitchen tile. Her breath catches in her throat as his hands reach around her waist to undo the button on her jeans. She places the damp dish towel on the counter as her zipper is ever so slowly lowered. His sighs against her neck as he tilts his head down to her ear lobe.
She tries to control her breathing, it's already coming quickly as his teeth nip lightly at her lobe, his fingers pushing into the front of her jeans and finding no barrier of panties.
Bracing her palms against the counter top she sifts her hips to allow him access to her body. Instead, his hand retreats from her jeans to push them down to uncover her slender legs.
As he continues to nibble her ear and kiss her neck he releases himself from his own encumbering shorts. His already swollen cock presses against her backside as he reaches forward to grasp her breast with one hand, the other to her now wet and heated pussy.
The pinching of her nipples causes her to gasp but his fingers stroking her clit make her grind her hips against him. He groans at the pressure of her firm ass against his dick, he drives two fingers deep into her wet hole. The almost pained cry spurs him on to work faster as he pushes her over the counter. Kicking her jeans away he forces her feet apart to gain better access for both hands now.
With one hand he pumps into her dripping pussy while the other zeros in on her pulsing clit. She softly cries out with each breath, her body rocking against him.
Suddenly, his fingers are gone. his hands grip her firmly about the waist as he turns her and lifts her onto the counter. He takes one hardened nipple in his mouth while teasingly pushing the tip of his cock into her. He revels in her gasping as he repeatedly enters her, but only the head.
Just as she is about to beg him to ram her hard, he drops to his knees before her. His tongue flicking her clit, his fingers driving into her. She balances herself with one hand as the other holds on to his head. Her hips buck against his face as she climaxes, cum soaking his chin. Still, he doesn't stop working her clit until he can't hold back.
Rising to his feet, his hard member eager before him, he lifts her from the counter and once against turns her around. Pushing her roughly forward he grabs her ass and with a deep growl pushes himself fully into her.
She almost screams as he rams into her. Her breath coming in gasps that are in time with his thrusting. He pulls her back to meet him and she can feel every inch of him inside her.
Bracing with one hand, she reaches down to rub her clit, adding to the sensations building within in. Watching her as she pleasures herself, his pace increases and he slams into her harder and deeper. Fighting the urge to cum until he feels her pulse around him.
The he feels it, her pussy clenching around his cock and he can't hold back. Both at once they cum, their bodies locked together as bliss shudders through them.
Slowly, he eases them their knees on the floor. Their bodies still connected in a most intimate way. He slides his hands in soft caresses over her damp skin, leaning in to lightly kiss her the back of her neck. She shudders hard once more before softly whispering, "Good morning."

Desire ...

This girls soul longs ...

 ...for the pain you lovingly inflict

... for the sound of you voicing the desires I’m afraid to fulfill

... for you to allow me to kneel at your feet

This girls mind yearns ...

... to be taught how to please you

... to be convinced that I am the good girl you want me to be

... to be bound to you in more than physical ways

This girls body cries out ...

... to feel your hands strike against my skin

... to feel the ropes bite at my wrists and ankles

... to be torn apart for your pleasure