I want an older woman to take complete control of me, someone calm, confident, and cruel in the gentlest way. The kind of woman who cups my face in her hands, calls me her good girl in that low, velvety tone that makes my whole body ache.
She’d sit me in her lap just because she can, because she likes the weight of me there, soft and needy, pressed against her. Her fingers would wander lazily, touching wherever she pleased, like I’m hers to explore. And I am.
She’d tilt my chin up and smile like she knows every dirty thought in my head, because she put them there. Her hand would slide around my throat, light but firm, grounding me in her control as I melt into her touch.
"You’re such a sweet little thing," she’d whisper. "So easy to handle. So desperate to behave for me."
And I would be. I'd sit there and take whatever she gives me – her hands, her words, her attention – completely pliant in her arms, soaking in every bit of affection and control like it's the only thing that matters.
I just want to be hers. Soft, obedient, aching, and kept.
Please, universe. Send me a woman who wants to hold me down and make me feel like I was made to belong to her.
