This is about you. I’m an object to use to satisfy your darkest desires.
It’s irrelevant how we got to this point. Nothing matters outside of what is happening now, and what is going to happen while I’m at your disposal.
You bring out your rope. You take a pause, as though debating something with yourself. I make a joke, trying to lighten the mood. You look at me and give me a smile. I think I’ve been successful. As you turn and bring out a ball gag, I realize that all I’ve inspired is a way to stop me from distracting you. You place the gag almost delicately in my mouth, and I start to drool almost immediately. As you tighten it around my head, I start to get wet while simultaneously proud that I got one last joke in before things started. As if you can read my mind, the back of your hand meets with the side of my face, that slight smile still on your lips.
I deserved that.