I am going to ask you to do things to me that may leave you feeling uncomfortable, (at first). I am going to show you, if you let me, parts of my soul which only come to life when stretched, when intimidated, when pushed outside my comfort zone. I will want you to scare me; to make me question my building lust only to feel soothed when you leave me spent, a limp, soaked, marked pile of flesh and bones aching to captured.
I want to feel your strength over power me, to have your weight hold me hostage to my darkest desires knowing I can not escape your clutches, knowing you will not let go, will not let me win. It will not be easy, you will question yourself, you will question me. I welcome those emotions as long as you remember I do not want control; as long as you are willing to put me in my place whether that is through a stern yet composed dialogue or you simply pushing me to my knees, letting your foot press against my cheek as you hold me to the floor, reassuring me the power rests in your hands.
There will be moments when I will fight you, raise my voice and pull away. I want to struggle, I want you to force me to embrace my submission. This isn’t a journey for the weak of heart. I want this though. I want no secrets. I want passion. I desire it all.
Fingers griping my throat. A growl penetrating my concentration. An inability to push you away as you throw me up against a wall or down upon the bed, my one and only response to obey, to surrender, to admit I want to be owned.