The Dream
A young Master takes control of a willing lover.
My lover was more demanding than he had ever been. I looked at him longingly, with desire for pain and control in my eyes. A look he knew well. The gaze that he returned burned me, as he regarded me like a god looking down on his people. I am only one woman to one creator, and I am the most humble of any worshipper of a god. My Sir crossed the living room and backed me into our room, wordless. He stripped me naked quickly...