How could you not want this? How could you not desire to be at my feet, your head on my thigh, so close to me? How could you not desire to be in your rightful place, with your lips around my heat, tasting me, inhaling my scent? You belong there, beneath me, always under me.
Do you know how desperately I need this? Your wrists and ankles shackled, your neck wearing my collar, your skin pierced with jewelry that I put there. Whether my pants are open or closed, you know where you should be, where you need to be. So rest your head on my boots. Wrap those little hands around the leather uppers. Feel me through them.