Hey, can I ask you something? Do you like having someone to take care of?
Mm-hmm. I can tell. I was just thinking about when shit was really rough a while back,
and you were really excellent to me. So, that makes sense.
You know I don't like to admit that I need anyone or anything ever, but honestly,
I did need what you did for me, and I'm grateful for it.
I'm trying to think of how to put it. I know you were just being you,
and as usual, you saw a need and filled it without hesitation, and I just...
I appreciated it. Here, does that make sense?
I'm in kind of a weird mood, sorry. I just keep getting caught up in the strongest mental picture.
Tell you about it? I mean, it's kind of embarrassing, but okay.
I'm just thinking about where you are right now, and how I'd like to sit a little behind you
and to the side, right there on the floor, and how I want to practice being patient for you,
just sitting there, being good, waiting for you to give me attention.
Do you want me to tell you more? Okay.
I'm just not really sure where to start. What do you think?
You want me to sit under your desk, like a good pet, waiting to get played with?
Oh my god.
I think I like that, actually. It just sounds really, really nice, you know?
Being your good pet. If you want your pet to be under your desk, then that's where I want to be.
I want to make you happy, because you make me happy.
Would you like me to use my hands or my mouth while I'm down here? I want to please you.
You never felt my hands on you before. Touching people means a lot to me.
I think I'd like to feel you the most through my hands, the way you move and tremble and twitch.
I'd like to touch you so well and so nicely that you understand what I mean when I say that I'm grateful for you.
Yes, you can have my mouth, too. You can have anything you want from me.
Oh, am I telling you this now? I'm not sure.
I wanted this for a long time, I think, but it felt like...
It's not my place to touch you unless I ask permission, but I want to. Very much.
I also feel like if you need comfort, I want to do my best to provide it, regardless of our dynamic.
Or maybe because of it. Honestly, this is all pretty overwhelming for me. I'm sorry.
I just hope you let me take care of you, too, sometimes. When you need it?
No, no, it's okay. Look, I can tell when you're stuck in your own head. You don't have to say anything.
Just listen to me, please. It's not very hard for me to imagine what I want to do right now.
I want to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Licking you, kissing you, sucking you, stroking you,
hungry for more and more and more of you. Would you like me to look at you while I do this?
Or to keep my eyes down and focus on my task? Okay.
I promise I'll look at you while I please you. Look up to you from my place at your feet. Yes, directly into your eyes.
I don't want to touch you very badly right now. What do you want from me?
You want me to beg for you? Oh, that does sound really hot, but I would rather do something a little different if that's okay.
I would rather thank you over and over and over for all that you give me and how good you are to me.
I want you to come for me. I want to make you feel good.
And I want to taste you inside my mouth, slap you up, not wasting a drop, but whatever pleases you.
I want to do whatever you'd like because I want to make you feel good.
As good as you make me feel, which seems like a fucking monumental task.
Because how you make me feel is endlessly pleasurable and good and right.
But I want to try. I want to show you. I want to thank you.
I want to be the one that makes you feel good. I want to see the look on your face slowly take in all of you.
Closing your eyes is unbridled pleasure gives way to pure erotic satisfaction.
God, just the thought of you looking down at me when your orgasm makes me quiver.
Thank you. Thank you for letting me please you.
You do so much for me and I want to give the same to you.
I want to prove to you how appreciative I am.
Do you know how much I want this? Have I made it abundantly clear?
I want my words to feel like they're touching you the same way my hands want to.
Softly, softly across your skin, making you shimmer.
May I please try to show you what you do for me?
I can. Can I touch myself for you?
Thank you.
I want to do my best for you.
And I want you to feel what I feel because you make me feel so fucking good.
Are you okay?
You're so quiet. I wonder what it means.
Does it mean you want it like I do?
Can you see it just like I do in your mind?
Me, in my place, on my knees, doing everything I can to give you pleasure?
Oh, God.
I hope you do.
If not, I will be undone.
I am endlessly and achingly needy for you.
I hope I make you feel the same because it's fucking incredible.
Have I gone too far?
Please tell me.
Am I okay? You're okay with what I've said? And what I want to do to you?
What I want to do for you?
Do you want it?
Please. Please tell me you do.
Let me try to give it to you. Allow me to serve you.
Desperately crave your dominance. Crave you.
It drives me fucking crazy that I can't please you the way that I want to. Please.
I want to do everything in my power to make you feel good.
Feel as good as you make me feel. Thank you for everything.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.
I know that you're not used to kindness without strings.
Without someone wanting something from you.
That's why I try to just be consistent and affectionate.
Someone you can trust.
Of course I do want something from you, but that's exactly what you already give to me.
While we were talking, I completely forgot that you can't see me. I wish you could.
When I keep my eyes closed, it feels like you can.
You too.
I'm going to keep them closed then.
May I please just stay here a little while?
Sitting near you on the floor next to your chair.
I just want to kind of bask in it.
It just makes me really happy to know I made you feel this good.
Now I'd like to lean my head against your thigh if that's okay.
Thank you.
Will you please just rest your hand on me?
Anywhere you'd like.
Just with enough weight that I can feel that you're there.
Thank you.
Everything.
