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You desire to be dominated, taken, ravished.
The desire is with you every hour of every day.
You want to feel being pushed down on the soft bed, feel the cuffs fastened around your wrists and ankles, the blindfold over your eyes, the gag across your mouth, the earplugs in your ears, your legs being pulled far apart and tied down.
You want to feel the hands in your hair holding down your head as teeth nibble ever so gently on your earlobe.
You want to struggle as hard as ever you can against the restraints, unable to escape. You want to scream louder than you’ve ever screamed into your gag and have it come out no more than a muffled moan.
You want to feel fingers teasing your clitoris, stroking, patient, unhurried as you writhe beneath the touch.
You want to feel desperate, helpless. You would beg, plead, promise anything, do anything, if only you could.
You want to be ravished for hours, more than you can stand.
You want to wake in the morning and realize, remember that you’ve still bound helpless, a prisoner, unable to escape, and another day of helpless pleasure awaits you.
You would walk a thousand miles and crawl through broken glass for your desire.
You complain to your girlfriends that you haven’t had sex in months.
Really? What about that guy, last week, at that club…?
Well yes. He was nice enough, kind of a hunk. You were a little drunk, it was late at night. You took him home. Stared at the ceiling while he pumped away. Faked an orgasm to get him to stop.
Calling that “sex” is like calling a sandwich you got out of a vending machine a “sandwich”.
I mean, yes, technically, it was sex.
All you have to do is hint that you’re sexually submissive, that you’d like to be tied down, and a thousand guys are eager to slobber over you. Post a personal ad and your inbox fills with rude messages and photos of genitalia.
But where to find what you desire remains elusive.
You hold your hope close as your desire walks with you, every minute, every hour.
You lie in bed and your fingers curl as you imagine.
Being ravished, being helpless, taken.
The fantasy made real.
With nuanced skill.
Some day.
Please.
Soon.
Now.
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