let’s be honest you wanted it for a long time

studying My pictures

reading My arrogant face irl

surrendering to My magical touch

there’s that feeling of sinking of letting go of control in My presence

oh sweet heaviness in your lower belly oh the aching in your palms

in your fantasies you are bound

you see Me grinning with a whip or cane in My gloved hand

you fantasize about your mouth gagged My hands gripping your neck
pulling your hair latex-ly slapping your bitchy little face

you imagine Me fucking you carelessly with strap-on of My choice

neatly on your knees or entusiasticly with your legs broadly in the air

you hope somedy I will put my eye on you masturbating

of course you want to be My maid cleaning my toys My slut showing off My
dog licking My palms

then there’s a thing about My feet you know they taste addictive

you want to suck them badly to lick My soles My heels to clean My fancy
shoes with your clumsy tongue

annoying as you are you want to confess Me your intimate shortcomings

to receive My correction My coercion My dirty dirty advicing My sexual
healing

there’s a «love» in My gloves

love with conditions

— your Mistress