I submit.

I kneel, with my head bowed. My throat, my back, my breast aching for your ministrations.

My mind and body yours to command.

I submit.

I exist now only for you. Your eyes, your mouth, your cock. Your filthy mind and your quick hands, your whispered promises and your moans of desire.

I submit.

Silk over the eyes. Hands leather bound, cold metal collar snaps shut. I hear you sigh at the sight. Your creature, perfection.

My breathing changes, your breath quickens. Here I am now, a personification of your fantasies.

I submit.

Over your knee now, the delicious sting of leather, a flash of heat, a deeper, aching need brewing inside me.

A sigh, a whimper. The body needs to remember that struggling is useless as the mind lets go.

I submit.

Hands on my throat now, teeth on my nipples now, fingers in my dripping pussy now, a scream building in the back of my throat as the heat builds in my core.

My ass held high in the air now, my gift to you.

I submit. And finally, you accept.