It's 2:53am and I'm about to have the following dream:
I am obscenely wealthy. I've summoned you and you've come to me, and I tell you to get on your knees in front of me. You look at me like I'm crazy because you don't feel particularly submissive at the moment, and I look at you like I don't give a fuck, and repeat, get on your fucking knees. And you do, because you realize you have no choice, you never did.
Then I make you tell me exactly how much your soul is worth. I don't have you write it politely on a little blank piece of paper, I give you ten seconds to think about it and make you tell me the dollar amount out loud. When you do, I nod my head, and suddenly you realize that the amount has already been paid, and that I own you, you can feel it.
From that moment on I own you and your soul and your breath and your thoughts and your feelings and all of the things that you used to own. I throw all of it away. All of it. I show you to your room, which has a lovely plush bed with pillows, mirrors on every wall, a dressing closet waiting to be filled with the results of shopping excursions, and a steel cage in the corner. I put you in the cage, and tell you to get comfortable, to get used to it, because that's where you'll spend most nights. I tell you that some nights, the cage will be dragged to the foot of my bed, but most nights you'll be alone in the dark until I come fetch you.
And I tell you that most days, you'll be waken and fed and taken to your studio, where you'll be allowed to do whatever you want for six hours. Then you'll be brought back to me, where you'll tell me all about it, and I'll either feed you or beat you or fuck you or kiss you or some combination thereof. Then you'll be allowed to sleep in a bed with or without me or in your cage. It depends on a combination of factors including my mood, the humidity in the air, the direction and velocity of the breeze, how quickly you got on your knees for me and how sweetly obsessed and devoted the look in your eyes most recently was.
I'm getting tired. See you in a minute.
1 comments:
I'll be honest, I was speaking to you for a bit on CollarMe, but your account was closed. I was wondering if you'd ever like to meet for that drink.
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