Hunger grows…
There is a hunger that grows in my soul, the hunger to control her, to use her from my pleasure. You all know the hunger and what it is. For some its an addiction, some have it nder control, others just know they have a form of the hunger.
The hunger comes from not controlling some for some time. Where she is tied before you, waitng to feel the touch of her skin, to see the reaction in her eyes. To see tears roll down a cheek, tears of joy,, not from fear. The hunger that only controlling a submissive will feed your hunger.
For the need is great, but not so great to settle for a simple romp in the hay, a quick pick her up in a room. But one were you have her when the need is there. Be it once or twice a year, or if you lucky at least once a week.
You all know the hunger,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
