This is your moment. No forcing. No hand in your hair, twisted tight and pushing. No rough thrusts of my hips.
Your moment, trusting your desire to show me the depths of your desire to bring me pleasure.
I watch. I breathe your perfume deep. I feel my shaft surrounded by your love, a slow parade of pleasure, your gift to me.
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In the beginning, you let me, A collar. The leash. The ropes tight around your wrists. The legs pulled wide and spread by a steel bar. The gag, soft and unforgiving.
In the beginning you let me. An indulgence perhaps, or a curiosity. That is what you told yourself, but I knew, the moment that collar surrounded your neck and locked with a quiet click, and your breath quickened, that there was more to this than permission.
In the beginning you let me, but oh how soon it became desire, hunger, need. A compulsion. Obsession. You became what you had always been, a slave to love, lost in trust and surrender.
In the beginning, you let me, until you discovered yourself, and begged.
