Yes, My Queen.

“how did you know i was a sub?”

baby I looked at you for 0.3 seconds before you got flustered and shy, cleared your throat, and looked away. you literally almost slipped trying to volunteer to grab something for me. I saw your eyes flutter shut when I leaned in to whisper something. I heard that sharp intake of breath when I told you that you were doing so good.

so go ahead, straighten your posture now. try to delude yourself that you’re not obvious. but you know as well as I do that it really doesn’t matter that you’re taller than me, bigger than me. it’s still just one look from me before you’re on your knees. it’s still my fingers leaving marks along your pretty skin. my voice taunting you, my lips swallowing your whimpers.

my hands working you over until you’re dripping, desperate for more. you like that, baby? feels good, doesn’t it? my pretty sub. so strong. so needy.

my kisses leaving an imprint on your brain that’ll outlast any bruise or scar. permanently rewiring your brain until all you can think about is how to please me, how to be good for me.

the world looks at you and sees someone composed, capable. but you know that you’re naught but a toy for me. ardent and willing. good sub.

let me show you how nice it feels to surrender. let me tease out your moans and your arousal until you’re pulsating and gasping. let me show you what pleasure is meant to feel like.

Talking trash

I kept my hands on my head and my face to the wall as she'd instructed until I heard the door of my cell slam shut and lock. I turned toward the door to see the beautiful female police officer who had arrested me staring back at me, her hands on the bars of my cell, taking in the sight of me behind those bars.

"I can't tell you how much I've wanted to see you helpless and locked in a cell," she told me. "The fact I've chased you twice on foot and you got away both times made clicking those handcuffs around your wrists feel so much better today, and now, seeing you locked up like the criminal you are, thinking no woman could ever capture you, I am enormously satisfied. This is the most wonderful capture and arrest of my career."

She paused. "That being said, now that you ARE locked up and tucked away so comfortably in your new home, I no longer have to give you much thought. Thanks for the adventure, and enjoy jail, loser. I know you can't afford bond, so you get to stay here and think about being captured by me, and how you've lost your freedom, possibly forever."