Come to me. I am waiting for you. Come to me. Come up the elevator, come through my door. Enter my enclave, your secret hideaway. Leave everything outside (it will all be waiting for you when you leave, if you want it to) but your desire. I want your desire, I want it to be raging. Bring it to me.
Your soul is bare to me. The secrets, long held, so tightly bound within you, come flowing out whether you tell me or not. I know you. I know what you want. I know what you need, what you crave.
I want to look into your eyes. I want to look deeply into them. I want to look deeply into the eyes of a kneeling quivering submissive who longs to surrender. Come to me. You will be safe.
I want to feel you laying naked across my lap. You shall never feel more secure. My hand shall warm you. I want to feel the rising heat of your body.
Come to me. On my blanket, my soft cheetah blanket, on my floor, we shall release the pent up passion and tension. The blanket will cushion and soothe us as we play and love. We shall laugh, for there is nothing more beautiful than lovers laughing. We shall dampen the blanket with sweat, sticky sperm, saliva, heated come, and a few tears. We shall roll and grind in the wetness.
I will have you kiss and lick my implements before I use them on you. You will ask me "Sir, would you please use the flogger on me? I want you to." Perhaps I shall oblige you.