I Crave Complete Control
The greatest gift you give me, my beautiful sweet pet, is control. You don’t know how you warm my heart and feed my soul when you give me control: control of what you say when you call me Mistress; control of what you wear when you dress in that exquisite lingerie - or nothing at all, which is my preference; control of what you do when you spread your legs and offer yourself to me. Your submission is my pleasure. Your submission is divine; when you serve me and only me, how can I do anything but worship you?
The greatest gift you give me is your submission. Your submission, like you my pretty creature, is sublime.
But can I tell you a secret?
More delicious even than the control you give me is the control I take. You cannot give me control of your mind, but I take it when I lick your pussy and fill you with such supreme ecstasy that you can no longer form a coherent thought. You cannot give me control of your body, but I take it when my caress makes your limbs quiver before that rhapsodic relief of orgasm. You cannot give me control of your breath, but I take it when I press my lips to yours in the middle of a moan and breathe in your pleasure.
You give me all you can, like you should. Because you are always such a good girl. Because you know that your every waking moment belongs to me. But the truth is that even though you give me everything you are, it’s still not enough. I must own all of you, I must have complete control. I must own every beat of your heart. You make yourself my pet, my servant. I make you a doll, my slave; body and mind.
Does that scare you?
Or does it excite you?
Come here, precious thing, and let’s find out together.
(Short one. I haven't felt much like writing these recently because a transphobe found the other erotica I've posted, the gentle dom praise kink erotica I've been posting here and told me I was writing rape fantasies. And even though that's laughable, my vibes have been all fucked 🙃 )