Sometimes I think about the whole idea of power exchange...and it dawns on me...I don't just want to exchange power with you, I want to rip it from you. Take it. Own it as mine. Make you question whether you ever had it in the first place.
I don't want you to just "give" me that power over you; I want to *have* power over you. I don't want you to have to be ok with whatever I ask or request of you; I want you to do whatever I want, or you're fucked. I want it, you do it. Make you totally vulnerable. Conform to my whims or I go. Simple, really.
Yeah, yeah. I know. That sounds so wrong. What about "consent", some will ask.
Fuck consent.
I'm by no means perfect. I'm absent-minded...I'm moody...I'm indecisive at times. I whine and I bitch. I'm a live wire, a loose cannon underneath a seemingly calm exterior. My own world sometimes seems to spin out of control at the speed of light. But. I need to rule your world sometimes too. Why? I don't know exactly. I don't feel the need to rule anyone else's world--not in the way I want from you. Maybe its a way I seek to find balance, who knows?
And you. You're pretty close to perfect, in my book. I mean, no one is *perfect*, but as far as submissive, fucktoy, bitch boi, sexyhotpets go--yeah. You're fucking beautiful that way, baby.
So. You asked me what I was thinking about when I said I needed to play with you soon. So. This is what I'm thinking.
Its not too much to ask now, is it?
XOXO
Me
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