“I want you sore.. aching feeling and needing My leisure torment. Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been there. Only me. You are mine.
There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other. you are a person in need. your fear is naked and obvious, but you're lost... somewhere in your darkness.
your eyes wide and bleak and tortured. I can soothe you. Join you briefly in the darkness and bring you into the light. My LIGHT.