I love seeing your neck, covered with hickeys, exposed for everyone to see. It lets them know that you’re mine.
It would be great to see you bound and tied up, just for me, like a pretty present of some sort.
The thought of your mangled corpse brings me joy.
I like to imagine my enemies on their backs and on their knees, welts across their stomachs and their chests. I want to see them in pain.
The look of fear on your face when I scrutinize you brings me so much pleasure.
You flinch, and I smile. You scream, and I laugh. Your pain is my joy and my joy is your pain.
I’ve never had a clean thought, at least not concerning you.
Bend over for me.. Yes, just like that… Good boy.
Find that special spot and touch it, again, again, again…
Oh, God, I want you. No, I don’t want you- I need you. Touch me, every inch of me. I’m begging you.