I'm... staring.... respectfully.....

I think it's adorable when soft sweet little lambs offer themselves for slaughter. Offer themselves to become nothing, to become an extension of the whims that please me. I want to see how you cry when the pleasure is so good that it becomes pain, and you beg for pain just to earn release. Beg me.

I accept your offering. It's beautiful.

I know. That's the best part. You'll be whatever I want. You'll just say yes for me. I can almost taste how you’ll break for me. It's sweet and a little bitter, but I'll happily consume the ash so I can press you into something shiny. Such a gem for me.

And then I want sensation to overwhelm your waiting until you are crying for me, cumming for me, ruined for me, until you know no other way of being. Simply because I desired you to.

Oh, this isn't about you being helpful or useful. This is destruction and creation simply because you exist. You cannot earn more or less. You cannot become or forgo. I want you in the place between breaths. The space between heart beats where you pray to the only goddess that will answer you.

I want what's beyond your words, darling. I want the brainless wanton whimpers and desperate groans that escape when your brain shuts off and words abandon you to my attention and control. I want you to sing and scream for me.