I want, I need

Her body, her scent, her warmth and her love.

I also need her body to spank, tie up, tease and deny. I want to smell her desire, desire for me and desire for more pain, beg to be spanked, crave to be tied up, whimper when teased and denied. I need to see how I affect her, make her gasp and moan, simper and hold back the tears, beg me with her eyes. And I want her love for me as her dominant, to worship me, serve me, kneel at my feet, massage my feet, kiss my pussy and look up at me with adoring eyes and I orgasm time and again.

My wants, my needs. Soon to be fulfilled.

Constant craving

She kneels before me, head bowed. It's been weeks since we were last together. Her curly red hair is tied back into a pony tail just how she knows I like it. She is scantily clad, her pale white flesh on show. I know she will wait for as long as I want, until her legs become numb and her knees ache. Her hands are clasped behind her back and her breathing is slow and steady. Though I know her heart is beating hard, the adrenalin starting to flow inside her. She has had her instructions. I know she will have prepared, read her sub books to get into the right mind set. And now before me, I know what is in her mind.

She craves my touch upon her hair, upon her skin. To feel that blessed connection between us. To submit to me, willingly, completely, with trust and love. I reach down to stroke her hair. She leans imperceptibly into my touch. My hand moves down her hair and I pause to grasp her pony tail. For a few seconds I twist it between my fingers, tug it, testing her. She doesn't flinch knowing that she is mine to do as I please. I let go of her hair, instead I run my hand over her shoulders, stroking her pale soft skin lightly. She shudders, unable to control her body. I smile.

I pat my lap. Silently she shuffles forward and lays her head gently upon my lap. For a while I am content to stroke her luscious hair, trail my fingers down her neck and play with her pony tail. She lets out a contented sigh. Contentment derived from the physical contact I allow her. To be close to me. My mind is racing as much as hers. I have plans, lots of them. I glance behind me at the toys I have laid out on the bed. Her mind is racing at the anticipation, the unknown, the secrets locked in my mind that will be revealed to her soon.
'Have you missed me?' I say.
'Yes my Lady.' She says. And I know it to be true.
'What do you miss about me hussy?' I ask her. There are a few moments of silence. I know there are so many things she misses, more than that, she craves for.
'Your touch, your scent, the sound of your voice, the sight of you. You make me complete my Lady.'

I nod with approval at her words.
'And what will you do for me hussy? I ask.
'Anything my Lady. I only wish to serve you.' She replies. Now it is my turn to sigh. I love that she loves to serve me. That there are things she has a deep desire and longing to do for me. To give me pleasure. I bid her to stand. She does so still with her head bowed. I stand up too and walk round her, inspect her. I always do this. It helps the tension between us, raise the level of expectancy. Soon I will inspect her intimately, ensure she has obeyed my instructions. I glance again at the toys laid out on my bed. I smile as I look at the simple toys - blindfold, restraints, slipper, hairbrush, butt plugs, flogger, nipple clamps. All of these things she craves. The exquisite pain I give her. The exquisite pleasure she gives me in return. After I have flogged and spanked her, played with her body until she mews and moans through her gag, a gag which is her own wet panties - then I will satisfy my own craving. The feel of her lips and tongue upon my body as she worships me. Kisses my body, wherever I tell her, for as long I want it, without question. She craves to give me this attention as much as I desire it. Her ultimate submission to me.