Did you feel me near you precious girl? Did you feel my hand on your tummy, pulling your little body close to mine? Did you feel my breath on your neck as I whispered in your ear? Did you ***? Did your body shake? Did your mind quake when you thought of me? Did I caress you tenderly, or did I take you roughly? Was my hand on your throat applying gentle pressure, reminding you that I own you. Your body, your mind, and yes even your soul, that place deep within you that you think of as dark, and broken, and wrong. That is where I truly know you, that is the beauty within that you do not see. You are my pet, my child, my love. Know that I hold you in my thoughts and caress you with my mind. For lways and forever baby girl you belong to me.

Perhaps it's me. We'll never know unless we try. A thousand words may sway you but we'll never know unless we try. A simple touch, a soft caress, we'll never know unless we try. A gentle whisper in your ear, a simple thought, a knowing look, we'll never know unless we try. Chemistry and passion a playful mix. We'll never know unless we try.

Did you feel me near you precious girl? Did you feel my hand on your tummy, pulling your little body close to mine? Did you feel my breath on your neck as i whispered in your ear? Did you ***? Did your body shake? Did your mind quake when you thought of me? Did I caress you tenderly, or did I take you roughly? Was my hand on your throat applying gentle pressure, reminding you that I own you. Your body, your mind, and yes even your soul, that place deep within you that you think of as dark, and broken, and wrong. That is where I truly know you, that is the beauty within that you do not see. You are my pet, my child, my love. Know that I hold you in my thoughts and caress you with my mind. For always and forever baby girl you belong to me.

I enter the room, you have been waiting for me. You sit on a straight back chair in the middle of the room with your hands folded in your lap.  


You are naked. As I approach you lower your eyes. I command you to look at me and hesitantly you raise your head. The room is dark but I see a slight glimmer from around your neck as the light of the moon hits your collar. I come to you and wrap your hair in my hand as I raise you from your seat. I whisper softly in your ear that you are a good girl for wearing it. My breath in your ear sends a shiver down your spine. You can tell by the hardness of my **** pressing into your back that I am excited to see you, at this point you are not sure if I am here to punish you or make love to you, perhaps both. When I finish whispering in your ear I reach up and grab your breast roughly in my left hand squeezing it tightly as I also pinch your ****** between my thumb and forefinger. My lips and teeth alternate between slightly ******* and gently biting your neck. The hand that was squeezing your breast and pinching your ****** now slides up to your neck and pins you against the wall with you on your tip toes just barely able to breath. I kick of my shoes and with my free hand I loosen my belt and begin to remove my clothes.


As I look into your face you struggle for breath and your eyes are beginning to close. When my pants are off I lower you until you are standing flat footed and my **** is pressing into your belly. I grab the hair on both sides of your head and begin to gently kiss you. I look into your eyes baby girl and I tell you that you are a good little ****, you smile and gasping for breath you say thank you Daddy. I lower you to your knees and you eagerly take my **** into your mouth. It is warm and hard and pulsing as you slide your mouth back and forth over my shaft. While your ******* my **** I remove the rest of my clothes and then I take a hand full of hair at the back of your neck and start to force my **** down your throat. You start gagging as I begin to *** and my seminal fluids start to escape your mouth along with your saliva. I pull out of your mouth and have one last shot of *** that hits your face.

I pull you up to me and hold you close as I begin to rub my *** into your cheeks, your forehead, your neck and your *******. 

I raise you in my arms and carry you to the bed I throw you down on your belly and straddle your legs with the palm of my hand in your middle back holding you down. I see your gorgeous *** laying still before me, I raise my hand and slap one check, you cry out that it is too hard Daddy, you squirm as I raise my other hand and I grab the hair at the nape of your neck and hold you still. I raise my free hand and slap your other cheek leaving 2 perfect palm prints marking your *** as mine. 


I can feel the heat rising from the welts as I bring you closer to me and slide my **** into your silky sweet *****. I grab a handful of flesh from each hip as I use them to slide you back and forth on my thick pulsing ****. I take the ******* out and slide it into your hand as I rhythmically pump my body in motion with yours I grab your hair again and pull you close to me arching your back just right where the angle of ******* of my **** into your yoni makes you start to moan in concert with our motion. I reach around and gently stroke your inner thigh and lightly brush your ***** with my knuckles as we rock back and forth.  


I feel you start to tighten and I slide my hand to your throat. You begin to shiver and shake as the breath leaves you, you are cuming as you become light headed and I begin to *** in you as your body convulses with waves of pleasure I let go of your throat and I collapse on to you completely spent. I stay there holding you close to me until you begin to stir as you do I start to take you over and over again until we are both spent physically and emotionally. You come to me in the end and curl into my arms to spend the night. 


The whole time I was taking you, you had the power to get away. Never once did you whisper, not once did you cry out, at no time did you whimper the word butterfly. A simple word that would have given you immediate release and comfort. Even the word mariposa would have set you free. I ask myself why, but then I already know the answer. I live in your heart, I own your soul, and now you have given your body to me

You're a slave to my games.

You're just a sucker for pain.

It seems the hole eating away in your chest has gotten bigger.

You hear these songs that make you desire a destructive tool on your skin.

A flaming whip to leave ****** stripes down your back, knife point against your soft inner thighs, my fingers around your throat leaving you gasping for air.

You want to cry, you feel hungry teeth sink into your neck leaving it sore for the next two days, I want your body open and bare, exposed and shackled.

You crave pain again and again.

I want blood, sweat, and *** dripping off of you.

I want you to feel your fear again.

I want to chain you up, I want to tie you down, I'm just a sucker for your pain.

This thirst of yours is one that I alone can quench.

I am done with watching you float,
I want to watch you drown in your imagination as I feel your heart beating faster and faster under the weight of my hand holding you down.

I love going to the place where you are floating on the edge of agony and ecstasy. My distraction, like yours, is something that goes beyond. Nothing intimate between two is distasteful or ugly. For me it is the intimacy and vulnerability that make it electric. I am pleased to see that the wetness between your thighs acknowledges your desire. This dance of pleasure is  woven into the tapestry of ****** passion. Kissing, searching out every hidden pleasure site on our bodies -- touching and stroking, as we kiss -- playing between our thighs, excited by the wetness and hardness that greets us -- spreading our legs and looking at our hidden beauty -- tasting, smelling, inhaling our essence -- spending hours doing this -- feeling our *******, those lightning strikes, through our mouths, faces, and bodies. This is not a fantasy. We who hunger for this - and it is a hunger - are in tune with our primal minds. Our senses ache to be pushed to new limits. Our minds become filled with intense imagery - driven beyond the verbal to a much more primitive realm. I respect limits, but I also enjoy expanding then with a nudge here and there. After all that is how we grow. I appreciate the precious gift of surrender and the tremendous leap of trust one needs to surrender. Trust and communications are the keys to the kingdom of pleasure - as in all I human relationships. 

It's time for your surrender. 

M

Where heaven and hell come together you will find man. It is the art of combining the purest aspects of both that you find truth. Not sin and virtue, not good and evil, but truth.