You know him. He sits and drinks his Folgers coffee without much complaint or notice about the world around him. He lacks the strong contrast that gets your attention in conversation. The unpredictable nature of a conversation that leaves you with no way to escape the inevitable words that you'd whisper from your lips. Of course, for a woman like you, your lips tell me more than your words.

What he can't do is tell you something more about the world than you already know. How the whale oil industry connects to the Manson family murders. And that connection runs right through the black coffee that steams between his fingertips. The ability to pull you in isn't based on two cents of ground coffee beans he prepared this morning. It's about that quality that pulses through green and purple veins. It can't be bought and it can't be sold.

But this isn't just about him. It's about you, and the story I'm weaving around you.

I've given you an antagonist for the weekend. But there's more to you than a simple enemy. There's thoughts and feelings and how everything connects together.

My kink is to set you free. Free from your own imposed ideas of what is allowed and not allowed. Give you the freedom to obey willingly and enthusiastically, because I've proven that you can trust me to push you past the point of your own comfort and into the place you belong.

That sense of belonging will guide you. Deep down inside you will want to do everything to prove your worth to me. It isn't a question of your own humanity. It's a question of how far are you willing to go to belong to something bigger than yourself and your own ideas about yourself.

And that's what this is about for me. To take all the ideas you have about yourself. The taboo and profane. The innocent and boring. To mix them together into a new story of desire and pleasure. To find the off ramp from hello to this little place inside of you that you've kept hidden away. Afraid that someone might find it and see the real you.