Last night I dreamt that you came to me in the middle of the night. A soft touch of your fingers on my bare back stirred me to wake. I slowly turned over, ready to serve you however you wished even at this late hour. I silently hoped everything was alright, unsure as to why you were so awake. As I lay there on my back, naked beneath the sheets...your gaze traveling over my body, begging me to remove the object that covered what is yours. I was immobilized...waiting with anticipation for you to speak.
Moments that seemed like years later, "Expose yourself to me slave," you command. In the dark room I can sense your staring at me and penetrating me with your eyes. I feel you come into me and take control with the steady guidance your glare gives me.
"Don't hesitate, do it now girl," you say...frustrated at my frozen stance, showing outward disdain that I have not yet complied. Inwardly you smile...pleased at your plan to catch me off guard. You've been aching to punish me sufficiently for awhile now. Though I've given you no reason to do so...as if you needed one. I think you like the thrill of disarming me in one of your carefully planned "traps."
I am still awakening. I am in shock. I think you meant to catch me this way. When I would find it difficult to obey you immediately. I being to get aroused immediately at the soft way you are caressing each piece of my body as the blanket is pulled away from my skin and I become fully open to you. Your touch. Your eyes' perusal. I am yours to use. I know my hesitation will necessitate a reaction from you. I can see the features on your face become stern. I still can't speak. I can't gather my thoughts. I'm unhinged my your sudden assault on my sense. Your touches are no longer soft along my skin. Your hands begin to grab at my flesh. I feel like I'll be bruised later.
