Your control is now so absolute
that you no longer
need to touch your slave
only lie close by and
hold her eyes with yours
and **** her with the
softest words that take her mind
to places she had not known
until she followed you.

Such powerful words
that herald all the tortures
yet to come and do things to
her mind that wakes the promise
of your wild imagination
and forces her to crave the
words of discipline that
bind so tight that she cannot
leave the embrace of them.

You my master storyteller
tell her of such things
that were beyond imagining
until her mind was taken there
through the labyrinth of words
you wove to show
all the images of torment that might
be devised to pleasure such as she
into a state of absolute delirium.