She must want it
She must want it so badly she could cry out loud. So hungrily that she can taste it. So desperately that she plays out wild strategies in her mind a dozen times a day.
She must ache, must yearn, must desire.
She must long for, must crave, must lust.
She must feel her submission tearing at her, knotting her up, begging, pleading, screaming for release.
She must need his discipline like a drug, his control like an obsession, his instruction like a prayer.
She must want to serve and please him from the very depths of her soul.
She must want it.
Or it is just a game
And he doesn’t play games.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
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