I know you love it when I pull the knots and cuffs around your joints, your hips and thighs and the ropes press nicely into your flesh. I can feel the expectation in your eyes, the anticipation, the slight fear, the trust. I can feel how impatiently and expectantly tense you are, with every fiber of your being, your goose bumps, your flushed cheeks, your restless pelvic movements and when I spread your buttocks with my hand I can already see your wet pussy opening up, the first drops slowly accumulating. They are already turning slightly reddish with pleasure. But you also know that you're not in charge today, that you're not in control, that you're all mine and that I can use you. That I could simply use you as my little fuck hole, thrust my cock into all your holes, fill you up, spank and beat your body red and purple, make you tremble, quiver, whimper, suffer and enjoy being my little toy. Or that I could satisfy you, tease you, run my fingers over every inch of your body to feel your goosebumps, every inch of sensation and arousal. I could slowly cover your body with my kisses, massage your pussy with my lips and your clit so gently as my fingers penetrate deep inside you. Moving your hips back and forth. Pinch your nipples when I want to tease you, or run my fingers over your lips to taste you or use the wetness to play with your pussy and asshole even more. Or I can just lift you up, hang you beautifully from the ceiling and watch you be safe and beautiful up there. Or I can just mess everything up. Give you the pleasure and the pain. The safety and the uncertainty about whether you'll be able to walk and talk again in the next few days when I'm finished with you. And this excitement is was you draws you to me isn’t it? And the fact that you enjoy the pleasure and to be pleased and to be my little slut the same.