I want to be bound by you.
I want to beg for the clamps on my nipples.
I want to feel the blade of the knife on my skin.
I want to see the blood.
I want to be at your mercy.
I want to beg for the cane.
I want to feel the pain.
I want you to wipe my tears.
I want your hands on me, touching me.
Hard.
I want to be your slut, your whore.
I want to kneel.
I want you to hurt me once more.
I want you to hold me.
I want to feel your control.
My submission.
I want.
You.
Forever.
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© Rebel’s Notes
Guh. This really resonated with me.
xx Dee
I LOVE this, your words make me tingle all over!
Succinct, wonderfully done
I felt every word of this, Marie, and it resonates so much with me.
Wonderful words, and I love the image which accompanies them xx
So much want…in the words, of course, but also in these wonderful images and moments!
Indeed, desire splashing off
I can feel your desire from reading your words!
Lovely . . . and of course I love that collar!!!
Xxx – K
To be hurt, to be held. I like them together.
this is simply exquisite, and each line and in between is filled with desire….