A Domme's Love Letter

Tonight, there are no games. You are not a naughty child. I am not a school mistress. Neither of us deliver pizza. We are ourselves, and this is what we desire.

Tonight, there are no secrets. You know my name, I know yours, and titles can only dilute what we will share.

Tonight, there are no demands. I will simply give you what you want, what you crave, what you need. I will drink in your body's desire and feed it with my will.

Tonight, there are no bindings. No chains hold you here. No cuffs keep you in position. You will stay there because you want to stay there.

Tonight, there are no safewords. When you say stop, it will mean stop. Do not pretend to protest, let your voice sing your body's song.

I want to see your hunger given wings. When your inner thighs are covered with marks, and the crop rests upon your stomach, still slick with your sweat, I want to see you still erect, still craving me.

I want to hear you fly to rapture itself. I want to hear you screaming in pure pleasure, taking in the pain because you want it and not simply because I wish to give it.

I want to taste your passion on the very air. I want your yearning to overtake your body and fill the entire room.

I want to smell your thirst as it overpowers you. I want it given a life of its own, so that each attempt to sate it only feeds the frenzy.

I want to feel your hands, fevered with longing, on my body. I want to feel your devotion pouring out through even your fingertips.

I need to take you to the place where pain and pleasure melt into each other, leaving only sensation.

I need to singe your soul with the flame dancing inside my body, shining out through my eyes, alert and predatory.

I need to use you, to give you more than you thought you could handle and watch you wanting only more.

I need to know you want me as badly as I want you; that our need is so evenly matched as to be not only twinned, but one drive in two bodies.

I need you. Tonight. Now. Right where we are.