"You're the only one that gives me what I need." I say while glancing at the pile of towels on tub's edge. I feel better in here. The physical space between us helps detain my driving need to mount her. I am working her into a state. Call it, foreplay for the fucked up.
I listen, but I hear nothing. I just want to fuck her. She's no different than any other woman, if anything I want to fuck her more, because she thinks she is different.
It's only been a few hours I am seeing her in person after years of just talking online.
She started out just like they all do. Perhaps she was a half step up right from the start, but it was inconsequential.
The women. They are possessions. Something up for the taking. I choose the ones I want to feed my hunger. After a while, some stay and some run, but almost all make their way back. In the beginning, she was different. I always felt she was just out of reach. But, just like the others, she seems to have come around. She still holds something in reserve, but it matters very little now. She is here. To be honest, that kind of surprised me that she came. Maybe she is a touch crazier than I tagged her to be. Regardless, I am rightfully going to claim what is mine.
I came here to fuck her, all of her. I am here to own her. I have to say, a part of me felt a slight let down upon meeting her. It wasn't that she isn't beautiful, it's just that she isn't who she has been in my mind for all this time. She is otherwise. Favorably, this added depth of her only fuels my hunger, builds up my appetite. It excites me that she has no idea what she has entered into.
I hear her moving around, but saying nothing. She isn't tied up, yet she stays put. The strongest constraints are the thoughts that control the mind. I am an expert knot maker. Even she couldn't protect herself from entering the cage. I actually feel pretty good about this part of myself. Its a gift.
Anna is patiently waiting for me on the phone and keeping herself busy edging 8 times in a row. She knows the drill. Some days I sit and listen, other days, I go make a cup of tea and come back. Anna is a good girl, but not very deep. However, Anna does enjoy being the center of attention, and that's why I chose to phone her today.
Before I even touch Lisa, I am going to quean her. My untouched quean.
I have jonesed for that rush of power again for so long. To feel a woman's chaotic desire that is fueled by pain or jealousy, is a pleasure of kings. Its that good. And addictive, as fuck. She has that magic bottled up inside of her. And I want it.
I can remember the first time I learned what queaning was about. But more importantly, I remember the day I experienced how much I liked it. It was like stumbling on gold. I wanted more. I wanted to take that for myself. The triangulation of the relationship creates a need. It's a more complex dynamic, more interesting.
"Lisa?" I step out of the bathroom doorway and look across the room at her. She looks so fucking sexy, I almost want to abandon the mission, pick her up, put her over the side of the bed and fuck her. Fuck my property. But, no, just like for any good crime, we stick to the plan.
Yes, Daddy." No question there, just right to responding yes. I like that her brave submissive soul beats out her cautious ladylike tendencies. She has her own dueling complexities inside of her, which is entertaining to watch.
She is in her lingerie, still sitting on the floor by the bed. Still blindfolded. I know she chose that lingerie for me. I know she searched until she found the fine silk and lace to present herself in. I can imagine her trying it on and studying herself in the mirror. First deciding if she likes the way she looks. Next, tuning in and experiencing the way she feels in it, Lastly, trying to imagine it from my point of view. So many pieces of lingerie did not make the cut when they got to that final point. In those moments, she would have had the thought that she actually doesn't know what I like. She actually doesn't know me at all. Those moments terrified her.
"Lisa, turn your body in the direction of my voice."
"Do you know how beautiful you look?"
She is silent.
