goodgirlsdoresearch: fantasies-of-a-dominant:Stood perfectly still, bound. She cannot move. She ca
goodgirlsdoresearch: fantasies-of-a-dominant: Stood perfectly still, bound. She cannot move. She cannot escape. She awaits his instruction. She craves his touch. What does he have in mind for her? What will tonight bring? She doesn’t know. But she yearns for it to happen. Follow for more @fantasies-of-a-dominant Stood perfectly still, bound. I cannot move. I cannot escape. I await His instruction to move past… the panic, the doubt, the thudding of my heart in my mind. I crave his touch, remember the feel of his fingers as he tied my wrists above me, stretching my arms painfully to distract from the hurt inside. I crave his touch, the thudding of his belt drowning out my heart, the welts and the bruises manifesting the jumbled mix of my everything. I crave his touch, his force, his way of pain through sodomy, giving me my sin again, and again, until the only thing left is the feel of him inside of me. I crave his touch. Whatever he demands to give to me. What does he have in mind for me, to get me out of myself? How will he lift my head, my heart, my wholeness from me? How will he break me down and build me back up? What will tonight bring? I don’t know. But I yearn for it to happen. I yearn for freedom from the prison of pressure, of weight, of perceptive reality. I yearn for peace from the war waging within me. I yearn for the release from the captivity of being me. Stood perfectly still, bound. I cannot move. I cannot escape. Not without His help. Love me by relieving me. Heal me by hurting me. Save me by owning me. -- source link