If you want a real man who knows how to touch you in all the right places at all the right times. A man who studies the way you think, the movements of your body, to become a master at bringing your body to a state of ecstasy, then I am your man, but it requires complete trust and submission on the part of the woman, and an occasional firm hand to make sure you are obedient.
Do you trust me? Even still your body may tremble with a combination of fear and excitement, causing endorphins to rush through your body. I'll tease, I'll tantalize until you are ready and found worthy to be sent to heaven over and over again! You come to pleasure me, because that is your ultimate desire, but somehow you always leave feeling like the one who was worshiped.
Your life is held in my hands. More intimate and real than anything our feeble minds can imagine. You fight, but not to escape me. Instead you fight for the right to please your master, because you have given yourself to me, and my pleasure has become your craving. Like a drug that makes you come begging for more. Intoxicated, and inundated with nothing but the dreams of feeling the reassuring touch of your man, and those beautiful words, "Good girl, my sweet submission"
