I wake up wanting you. You lay beside me, naked, making soft sounds in your sleep. Your skin is hot against my clothes. You do not stir when I trace your lips with my thumb.
I think of the toys sitting in my nightstand. The rope, the collar, the gag, your favorite cock, and so on. I imagine sliding a toy inside of you and controlling it while you’re tied to my bed. I imagine your face pressed into my mattress with your hands tied behind your back. I imagine punishing you when you become too desperate.
I want to watch you slip into subspace as I pull your leash. I want to feel your hips move in desperation as I sit with your cock inside of me. I want to edge you until you’re a shaking, whimpering mess.
You are mine. And I am no longer able to control my desire.