You've prepared yourself for my arrival. You showered and shaved yourself, and put on my favorite underwear and heels. As you dress yourself, you think of my impending arrival with a mixture of giddy excitement and a dread that is somehow both nervous and accepting. You want to serve me, you NEED to serve me, but sometimes the idea of being utterly controlled by me, being utterly helpless to my desire scares you. But you...

What you want is simply what I want. Nothing more, nothing less. you live for one thing, one thing, the pleasure I receive from you. Your opinions on how I use you are less than nothing. Your desires are subservient to mine, and thus inconsequential. The pleasure you receive comes from the pleasure you give. From serving Me as best you can at all times without hesitation, without question. you do whatever I choose to make...

My rough hands connect With your ass, already red. You cry out, I smile Truly prove yourself. Take me any way I want And then you may cum. To Dominate you, to punish you at my whim, I'll do what I must. But tonight, I feel, feel like being sensitive. feel like being sweet. So I look at you, and spank, once, your upturned ass. 'Tell me, slave, tell me 'Tell me what my sub Is thinking right now. Tell me what it is you want....