Why don’t you wait here my dear? I have to run to the co-op for some kiwi. I’ll be back shortly.
(Source: gildam, via blackleatherbelt)
Put on My shirt and write for Me. Write the thoughts that wake you in the middle of the night and force you to reach for your bedside drawer. Share the words that curse through your veins when My lips are pressed to your ears whispering the filthy things I will do to you. Pound your fingers on the keys the way My fingers pound your tight pussy until the wetness begins to pool. Don’t stop Little One; keep going. Read your words out loud while I watch you from behind. You can sense Me in the room - My presence fills the air. Why are you breathing heavy My Dear? And why…have your fingers slowed? Undo another button on My shirt and sit up straighter. Oh and Little One, spread those legs so I can tie your ankles to the chair. Now.