I kneel, with my head bowed. My throat, my back, my breast aching for your ministrations.
My mind and body yours to command.
I submit.
I exist now only for you. Your eyes, your mouth, your cock. Your filthy mind and your quick hands, your whispered promises and your moans of desire.
I submit.
Silk over the eyes. Hands leather bound, cold metal collar snaps shut. I hear you sigh at the sight. Your creature, perfection.
My breathing changes, your breath quickens. Here I am now, a personification of your fantasies.
I submit.
Over your knee now, the delicious sting of leather, a flash of heat, a deeper, aching need brewing inside me.
A sigh, a whimper. The body needs to remember that struggling is useless as the mind lets go.
I submit.
Hands on my throat now, teeth on my nipples now, fingers in my dripping pussy now, a scream building in the back of my throat as the heat builds in my core.
My ass held high in the air now, my gift to you.
I submit. And finally, you accept.
