FYI: I'm 25, black, live in the US, watch anime and work in healthcare.

I wanted to give up control and you wanted to take it.

I needed someone to be good for again, to punish myself because you gave the order and to keep me in line when I purposely stepped out of it. It's natural and fun, I don't expect anything serious to come of this but I've realized that I need to dedicate myself to my fantasies. I'm tired of being unsatisfied, I miss how intense these dynamics could be and feeling "owned". I want to feel like my body isn't my own anymore, you become so entwined with pleasure that I can't touch myself without thinking about you (and hopefully I don't because I know I don't have your permission).

There’s something so deeply pleasing about you. Maybe it's because you're so rare, who would do a double-take. Soft and sharp features, weighed down by stereotypes or spiting them entirely. We're both out of our element, animals in the same zoo but different habitats. Chances are, we wouldn't cross paths but Asia and Africa aren't that far from each other. Damn the pecking order, all you can do is create your own path and that’s what I intend to do.

I'll bow down to you, if that’s what you want. How I dress, the way I present myself to the world? That'll be your right. Starting small with you offering your opinion a few days a month to going out in public, sans panty or bra because you felt like making me feel the gravity of our dynamic.

I'm cold, because of you. I look nice, because of you. I don't have a say in my appearance, because of you.

That’s only an idea. Too serious, too much responsibility?

We could take it easy and do something else. You could decide I have to kneel for an hour after I get home from work. Your inbox steadily filling up with messages about how uncomfortable it is, both of us knowing that I could simply decide not to do it but I endure it because you asked me to.

That’s all you have to do. I'm a doll for you to control the fate of.

It's not just for you, though. I need this, too.

I need to know that you're aching and stroking for me, because of me. I don't know, I see so many hot guys and the thought of, "I want to make him feel good" sneaks in the back of my mind. Obviously, saying the quiet part out loud would give the wrong impression. I'm not a slut, I don't sleep around and I literally masturbate once or twice a month. It's the sub in me, it's that deeper urge to make someone happy and feeling good because I made them feel good. It's not just sexual pleasure, there’s platonic pleasure, too.

I hope I've given a good sense of what I'm looking for.