Some of you are so soft. You think the world owes you a gentle touch. You've never had to earn your place with your fists, your teeth, your will. You've never had to take what you want because it was the only way to have it at all.

It changes you. It makes you hard in places that should stay soft. It makes you want things that polite people pretend don't exist.

I want to find someone whose softness hasn't been ruined. Someone who still believes in tenderness. And I want to ruin it myself. Not with cruelty, but with ownership. I want to be the reason their knees hit the floor. I want to be the hand that grips their hair, the voice that tells them when to breathe, the cock that fills their throat until they forget how to cry for anything else. I want their surrender to be a gift they choose to give, every single time. And I want to keep it. Forever.

Anyone else feel like the only thing that makes sense is absolute possession?