takar

I want her naked, wearing only wrist and ankle restraints or kneeling
on the bed with her butt up in the air, her thighs held apart by a spreader
bar, her hands free, able to prop herself up, with ropes ready just in case.

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

I want her scared, at her helplessness. I want her **willingly** at my
mercy. I want her wondering, shaking, breathing hard as she hears me moving
through the room, gathering together toys, dildos and plugs.

I want her breath to rush out in a whoosh when she first feels my presense.

I want her flinching at my first touch.

I want her soft and open, dripping wet, as she always is, waiting for me so I
can get her lubed up and stroke her until she's bucking in my hand, and then
she'll let go. The teasing, driving her mad, the rush of power in denying her
over and over again. Listening to her beg, "Please."

I want her desperate, desperate for me to "take" her, desperate for my hand
on her wet womanhood, desperate to be mine; then to give *me* whatever I want.

I want her hurting, feeling the scratches and the bites through her aching
desire. I will mark her with marks she will carry for a week.

She'll groan as I make her mine.

I want her whimpering, feeling the plug vibrating in her butt as I caress her
pussy, knowing that a sadistic thought will turn that caress into a squeeze
or a slap.

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

I want her under me. Flat on her back, released from bondage, but not from
me within in her. Knowing that she still needs my permission to come *or* to
stop.