Can't stop thinking about how badly I need a strong hand in my hair right now... not to pet me, but to pull. To remind me who I belong to. My pussy gets so wet just imagining being on my knees, looking up, waiting for my reward. I need to feel a thick cock stretching my throat until I'm crying, but in the best way. It's the only thing that really quiets the anxious thoughts. Master says I'm a good girl when I swallow every drop, and I try so hard to be good.

But then... sometimes I remember the fire and the screaming, and I just want to be held. To have my ears scratched gently and be told I'm safe. It's confusing, wanting to be used so roughly and also needing to feel protected. Does anyone else get like that?