a place_(0)

i am going to make you pay for making me wait. we have danced around this idea of us being together for almost 2 years now. time passes, and yet i think of you. you think of me. i wake some mornings, hard as a rock, with you on my mind. i think of your first confession to me: “i like it rough. i like tying. i have handcuffs.” i describe the porn i am watching, of a man fucking this girl from behind. he pulls out and she kneels as he comes all over her face. you say, “that is hot.”
the way you say it is hot. you have a boyfriend, and are torn. but you know it will happen between us. it is only a matter of when. we are hot. when we kiss, there is fire. you like it when i grab you hard, pushing my hand into your crotch as we kiss. i feel your heat. you move against me, our bodies wanting to become one. the things we do for each other, behind closed doors, do for love.

the dream

i want to have a place we can meet, a place just for us, that nobody else knows about. a room with a bed, a chair, a couch, and hooks in the ceiling. and two hooks on the floor. from the hooks on the ceiling i will tie ropes that attach to a swing. the swing will support your legs and arms, and leave your ass and pussy bare. there is a wooden rod connecting the ropes above to which i have attached leather cuffs. there is a table nearby, with a crop and a blindfold. there are several candles. there is a drawer underneath with some other toys…i will not show them to you yet.
the bed has several pillows, a foam wedge, and 4 straps attached to the corners. in the corner there is a horse that i have built for you. I have designed it so that you can bend over it and have your hands and feet secured to its legs.
one end is higher than the other so that I may take you or whip you from behind, your ass elevated above your body, your legs straight. Or I may tie you the other way, with your face elevated and ready to be fucked. if you are good with your mouth, I might untie one of your hands so you can use it too. If you are really good, I’ll untie the other so you can work on your clit.
I will make you do things you may not be comfortable with. you will learn to masturbate for me, to dance as i sit in the chair or on the couch. You will spread your pussy for me, show me your flower, pinch your nipples. turn around, spread your ass and drop it down. As I sit up you will push your ass into my face, and drag your sex from my face down my chest to my cock. I will smack your ass while you are doing this. I will expect you to keep pushing yourself to offer me more. I will train you. I will punish you. I will reward you. Sometimes I will be passive, allowing you to entertain me with your body and your dirty mind. Other times I will grab your hair and push you to the floor and enter you roughly from behind, my thumb pressing into your asshole as I hammer into you. When we go out you will wear dresses. You will not wear underwear. I will slip my hand up while we are at dinner just to feel your hot wetness. You will always be wet. Before I arrive you will put on your perfume, then dab some of your wetness behind your ears, on your nipples, on your throat. you know that I will kiss you there, and it will drive us mad with lust.
I sit in the chair with the riding crop in my hand. My legs are spread, my cock hard. you are wearing a collar with a leash and you crawl to me like a bitch cat in heat. you take my shaft, and start licking beneath my balls to the tip. It feels great, but I want more. This is called the “guessing game.” Before we start I write on a piece of paper what i want you to do. When you do not do exactly as I want, I will take a cut at your ass with the crop.