There was this time recently when he strapped me face down to the bed and then came in my ass.
There was another time where he wove a harness around my naked torso with rope, and used it for leverage as he pulled me into different positions to fuck me.
This morning, when he is thousands of miles and many time zones away, I am obedient and only fantasizing about him. I choose the strapped-down ass-fucking time.
I came back from a run, satisfied in the partial sense that one can be from good exercise. He startled me from checking my phone by suddenly putting a hand to my throat and pushing me against the wall.
His quiet instructions were to put the damn phone down and remove my clothes on the way to the bed.
I am usually excited and intrigued when he gets commanding like this.
Sometimes I’m angry and I fight back, or sometimes the amount of control he exudes just triggers an inexplicable fight response in me.