I want to open up the door and be pinned to the wall by my throat and kissed until I can't breathe, or maybe it is the hand on my throat that is keeping me from breathing. I want to gasp at the same time as I am pulled to my knees by my hair, growled at that I am to be owned for the evening that I better be a good little slut. I want my mind to go blank as I am dragged to the stairs, forced face down and blinfolded, wrists locked together, maybe a foot on the back of my neck so that I dig into the carpeting in the stairs and all I can do is gasp my moans out.
I want to be pulled upright and dragged up the stairs, thrown on the floor and my clothes ripped off me with an evil chuckle. I want to be stroked softly, have nails scratched down my back. I want to be restrained and taunted, teased until I can't speak and then brought to the brink of coming. I want to be talked to threateningly, teasingly, in a growl in my ear.
I want to be collared and leashed and controlled until I lose my sense of self.
This is my confession
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