Please Sir.

It takes a certain kind of man to make her truly submit. It starts with his ability to assert himself. He knows what he wants and he intends to have it. It is that intention that creates the heat between the him and the her. It is in her this willingness to let go of control. Please and thank you.

The knock on the door is anything but timid. He won’t wait. He imagines kicking the fucking door down if necessary. It is the only thing standing between want and wanton. It is his cock that will do the talking from the moment she opens that goddamn door. Open!

Behind the door she licks her lips and smoothes her hair. Right this second she is still in control, she can sit quietly until he leaves but her heart is beating a little too fast and her anticipation is everything. The sweetness of her wants to taste his sweat, swallow him whole and allow him in. Unlock.

There is an edge to his voice that hits her down deep. It is the taking of her face between his hands and kissing her hard that first takes her breath away. This man with the fire wanting to burn this bitch down. He is led to her bedroom where the wild things play. The dance begins before the music has even started. The blindfold in place. Silence.

It’s quiet in here she thinks to herself. Her thoughts are focused on the here and now – the him the her the submission the control. Truth be told she asks herself who really holds control here – the one who wants his cock rammed down her throat or the one who controls the cock? Submission.

His flesh is burning his hard cock pushing ever further down her throat. Open wide baby. Stick your tongue out. Take it. Taste it. Swallow it. Now he can go slower. Now he can begin to build the heat again. The demands come so thick and fast and all she can focus on is the sound of his voice.

Will you do this? Will you do that? No. You will do this and you will do that. The question becomes the answer. What won’t you do? Be careful how you answer he says. Ah but she knows there are no limits apart from those he set in stone.
It is a game. This pull push of the dominant submissive. Neither really runs the show. The demons run amok. He is spent.

She pretends to be sated. Only we know, dear reader, there is no end to this – we have only just started.