His.
The sting of his hand still with me, I can almost feel my skin brighten. The combination of anticipation, pain, and the following pleasure is amazing to me. It felt as if he didn’t hold back as much last night, felt as if he got closer to what was going on in his head. He knows the thoughts make me wet, knows that I get chills when he grasps my hair in public, he asks why I like to be bound, if I really enjoy the spankings. Yes, yes is the only answer I know, I enjoy the sensations, being controlled, being desired so much. I know the sting will be followed by pleasure. I can hear the change in his voice when I mistake and order for a request. My answers to his questions are often I want what you want, and I do. I am his. Always. Bindings not required. He knows I would fall to his feet with a look.
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