akadoe:

HE OWNS YOU

When you cleave to him
and moan in your sleep,
you are his pet

When you kneel between his legs
eagerly accept­ing the band around your throat,
you are his slave

When you squirm wetly across his lap,
your ass & tits red & aching with inti­macy,
you are his cunt

When you rub your­self all over him
leav­ing liq­uid pas­sion in your trail,
you are his slut

When you devour him deeply, choking on him,
pushing desperatly to please him more & better,
you are his whore

When cumming so hard brings tears and you’re lost
riding his fingers for yet another screaming climax,
you are his bitch

When you sur­ren­der to his strength, his power,
when the air is crushed from you with his weight,
your wrists bound, you are his prey

When you stand still, quiv­er­ing, silent,
obediently awaiting his ‘nod’ to be used,
you are his female

And still…

When you melt into his arms as they wrap you close
and lean your head against his chest and whisper
‘there is nothing you cannot do to me, take what you wish…

I am nothing but yours’…he knows a peace only you can bring.

At that moment,
you own him.

You wait on the bed. As if you had a choice. Your eyes are blindfolded. Your arms are strapped to your body. Your ears can hear me undress.

You always said that you wanted to push the envelope of your desires and fantasies. You thought we would role play a pick up scene at the bar. Well, my sweet strumpet, that is only child’s play.

When we got the room and I quickly had you pinned to the bed, only then did you realize that this role play was going to be very different.

“Do you feel helpless, slut?”

“I feel bound but liberated Sir,” you reply.

“You will feel willing and used like never before when I am done with you.”

“Take me Sir, please!”

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