Cravings.

Tonight I have cravings.

The kind so intense that my toes curl.

The kind so intense I can’t focus on anything else.

Tonight I want you. I want you desperately. More than I want life itself.

There is a time for soft, gentle, and sweet. But tonight? Tonight is not that time. Tonight I want something different. I need something different.

I want you to latch that collar around my neck. The click instantly sending me into that precious subspace. Not just sending, but careening. Breakneck speed I’d fall. Fall. Fall. Fall. Until it all stops. Until I am floating in the midst of it all. Until my mind shuts off, and all I see is you. All I can focus on is you.

And then I want you to fasten that ring gag that you keep talking about around my head — prying my lips open. It’s a perfect fit, and in no time drool is dripping onto my chin in a steady stream.

It would be absolutely humiliating.

And next…next I would want you to yank my head up. Grabbing my hair at the roots and snapping up. Force me to look at you. Force my vacant eyes to meet yours. And once they do…babe. Once they do I want you to fucking slap me. Once. Twice. Three times.

I don’t care how many. I just want to feel you. I want to feel the burn. To feel the heat spread across my face — the fire raging from stoking the burning embers.

Just thinking about it makes me squirm in in wicked delight.

Hm. Where shall we go next? Where we shall we go in my dark, devious mind after you’ve slapped me silly? Perhaps what you can do is attach those nipple clamps. Make me hurt.

I am begging you.

Bend my knees, tie my calves to my thighs. Then my love, I ask that you bring out your crop. Bring it out and whip my dripping, sloppy, cunt. Whip me until tears spill down my cheeks.

I haven’t cried for you yet.

Tonight I would want you to make me cry.

Break me.

Use me.

Tonight I need it. I crave it.

Tonight, I would be your pain slut.

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