Kneeling here with my wrists bound tight behind my back, heart racing, I feel that delicious mix of fear and need flooding through me.
Sir’s hand is in my hair, gripping just hard enough to remind me exactly who I belong to tonight. My thighs are trembling, slick already, because the second he calls me his good little slut, my whole body betrays me. I want to be used. I want to be broken down until the only thing left in my head is “please” and “thank you, Sir.”
I crave the sting of the flogger across my ass, the way the pain blooms into heat that sinks straight between my legs. I love being told to spread wider, to arch my back, to present myself like the desperate toy I am. The moment the blindfold goes on and I can’t see what’s coming next… that’s when I feel most alive.
I want to be edged until I’m crying and begging, then fucked so deep I forget my own name. I want the bruises, the bite marks, the collar locked around my throat that says I’m owned. I want to be praised when I take it all like a good girl and punished when I don’t.
Completely at your mercy. Wet, shaking, and so fucking grateful for it.
Desperate little brat looking for a firm hand to put me in my place.
I’m all sweet words and trembling thighs until you make me cry ‘please, Sir’… then I’ll be your good girl, dripping and obedient, begging for whatever you decide I deserve.
Who wants to break me tonight?
Kneeling at Your feet where I belong, Daddy.
My eyes stay lowered until You grant me permission to look up at the man who owns every trembling inch of me.