Your devotion, that’s what I crave.
You give yourself to me, like a worshipper at an alter, on your knees and ready to obey. Your body is mine, every inch of your skin, every nerve to set alright, owned by me. Your mind comes with it, your will bent to mine, thinking of nothing but service, loyal to your master and happier for it.
My hands caress, rough on your delicate form, every part of you is mine for the taking. Your aspirations, your dreams, your every. waking. thought… You give it all to me, dutiful in your service.
You’re my pet and my princess, my lover and my plaything, and that’s all that matters to you. Serving, loving the one who owns you, giving your everything.
It’s not a simple desire that drives you, no, nothing so basic. It isn’t mindless lust, or curiosity.
When my hand is on your throat, or woven through your hair,
When my breath is on your neck, or my teeth are on your ear…
When I give you a command and you jump to obey, that’s when you find your purpose in life. Servitude, to your owner, your master, your daddy. The name matters little, it’s the one it’s attached to that’s important.