I see the pleasure in your eyes when I am happy.

I sense your concern when I am not smiling.

It didn't take long to capture your imagination. My voice my touch my laughter comforted and scared you.

I am your oxymoron, the one who remains a mystery even through full disclosure.

I hear the catch in your voice - the whimper deep in your throat when my eyes claim you. The hardness of your cock growing through your blue jeans is obvious. I love to remind you that I possess you any where any time. Its a powerful feeling. The power grows into a hunger to devour every sense of yours. To enslave you. To tell you over and over again what you are to me. Property. Plain and simple.

Knowing how you fight your self on this road of depersonalization excites me. I don't want it to be easy for you. I want you to truly taste submission. I want you to drop to your knees in tears and surrender simply because you have won the fight with yourself. Day after day night after night. Living a life of highs and lows, all dependant upon your behavior and devotion.

Your blushing confusion is entertaining. I love to taunt and tease you, balancing the edges of cruelty and training.

My strap on establishing physical and emotional needs you can only dream about. Forcing you to ride my cock for my pleasure and satisfaction. Knowing that each thrust deepens your slutty needs until passion and lust make you drop every last inhibition you have. Deliberate and calculated control. Teaching you how to pleasure my rubber phalus. To worship it with your tongue your teeth and your breath. Yes it turns me on to have you between my thighs. Licking sucking and stroking.

I know you better than you know yourself. You have so many dirty secrets. Naughty filthy slutty deeds in your past. Fantasies you wouldn't dare tell anyone. But you will tell me all of them. I will use everthing you disclose about your base needs to control you. Your fetishes. Your hopes and dreams.

It is no secret that my boots drive you crazy. The sound of my heels announcing my arrival puts you into sub space. The firm intoxicating leather that encases the feet you know will end up in your mouth subdue you. You love the taste and smell of my ownership. Leather and sweat. Trapped in your fetish. No hope for escape. From your hidden desires.

Yet it is my mind not your secrets that brought you to me.