Collarspace

You feel so irremissibly subjugated awaiting further submission, you succumb to be possessed, you cunning slut, my private slut, you are my pleasing toy. You are just lying there quiet on all fours as ordered bare and shameful exposed under the excruciating tease of my hands and my eyes behind you. I will play with you, you know I will, but you dont know what will be my play, you can only fear and excite on anticipation.I just slide my hand over your ass and you immediately shiver slightly. You are behaving so well, no spank yet. I rub a couple of fingers deep between your labia. Then I force your head back pulling your hair with my other hand and put those fingers in front of your mouth. You know what to do, that is it, stick your tongue, lick and clean solicitous your own juices well done. Meanwhile my cock is already inside your ass. It is like a joystick controlling your being, stiff and motionless for the moment, just pulsating in there, but you anticipate that it will start moving, thrusting your senses out without compassion until your dignity dissolves, your consciousness became nothing, and eventually you turn into a sweaty distressed body utterly possessed between my hands oh my devoted slut how do you dread and intensely desire that.But getting there is a long process, although delightful too. You trust me your being, you give up your everyday facade upon me, and that is not easy. We talked at lot I wanted to know about your ideas, your beliefs, your fears, about how you masturbate, about what the fuck makes you wake up from social somnolence. Dont you understand? I dont just fuck your body I fuck your mind into the deepest waters. There is nothing I can do if you are not released to sweetly cry embracing in my lap. Then I may allow you to give me pleasure. Then I may control everything you can do or wear or experience, and play gradually with your skin and give full purpose to your orifices. Then I can degrade you in a way only we both understand, my lovely slut. But that is not yet, we are not even in the beginning you have to write to me first. I started this describing the end, now I am going to end talking and you have to start writing.