โI came, I came, please stop. Itโs too much.โ Is it too much love? You are still thinking, letโs fix that. I want you shaking, unable to talk, whimpering beneath me. So no itโs not too much for you, your pretty tears donโt need my mercy. Letโs make you the perfect little toy.
Hush now, pup. Youโre not in charge, never were. Your only job is to stay on your knees, waiting sweetly until I decide youโve earned a glance. No voice, no power, no sayโฆ just a pretty little puppy Iโll pick up and play with whenever it pleases me.