“Do you trust me?” he questions.“Completely.” she sighs. As he ties the ropes tighter Her body complies. “You want it?” he coaxes. “No, Sir.“ she denies. “You need it.” he tells her. “Yes, Sir.” she replies.“Do you feel that?“he asks her.“Harder!” she cries.As he claims what she offers And drips down her thighs. “My good girl.” he whispers. “My Sir.” she replies. He opened her soul up And she closed her eyes.

“Do you trust me?” he questions.“Completely,” she sighs. As he ties the ropes tighter Her body complies.“You want it?” he coaxes. “No, Sir,“ she denies. “You need it,” he tells her. “Yes, Sir,” she replies. “Do you feel that?“ he asks her.“Harder!” she cries.As he claims what she offers And drips down her thighs. “My good girl,” he whispers. “My, Sir,” she replies. He opened her soul up And she closed her eyes.

Her mind was frantic from the events of the day; everything and everyone pulling her in so many directions, and yet she felt unable to please anyone. This is a typical occurrence for a woman who craves the satisfaction of making others happy: she so often neglects her own pleasure. But, not tonight... She runs a hot bath, filled with her favorite lavender bubbles, and lets some relaxing music play as she climbs in. As she...