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You know, it's an interesting thing being an empathetic lover…

I know part of this is just how all this has played out… us… both knowing, but denying ourselves for so, so long…

For good reason, but still.

So maybe… just maybe it's all this build-up… Beyond daydreaming about when we finally collide, but planning all the ways we'll shower each other with our love…

What even happens when you put two givers together? God… I don't know, but I love that we're gonna find out…

But, sometimes?

Sometimes I try to put myself in your shoes, babe. Try to understand just how some things I wanna do with you — to you — might come across…

(You have no idea how far I sometimes take that… or… maybe you do??)

So… There's a fantasy I shared a couple of months back… at the time, the whole idea of it was still pretty new to me. As with a lot of this stuff… not the first time I'd thought of it, but… never something I'd really dived into…

Until now.

Now obviously, I can't read that beautiful mind of yours… so sorry if I get some things wrong…

But if I'm even close to the mark… well. The fantasy was already hot enough before this exercise…

And if you're down…

(and only if you're down)

Well.

Anyhoo. Shall we get to it? Speaking of denial…

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Day ???

You said count the days.

And I did, at first. But then the numbers started blurring into each other…

Sir, you wake something in me that I've never let anyone see, not fully. That bit of hunger I used to hide behind polite smiles and sweet waves? You dragged it right out into the sunlight, looked it dead in the eye — and claimed it.

And then, you claimed me.

Not with a collar. But with a key.

And a look in your eye that said…

Mine.

At first I thought it would drive me crazy.

But, oh no… it's so much worse than that.

It makes me good.

It makes me sweet.

It makes me do whatever I can to please you… because the more I give, the closer I feel to that moment when you might decide I've earned something back.

Or not. Maybe you'll decide the ache looks better on me than the release ever could.

Oh, I know you like watching me twitch. You like hearing the tremor in my voice as I say “Sir”, knowing I've been senselessly grinding against that unyielding plate for hours.

God. You like seeing me so far gone that I'd beg for anything. Just to feel your fingers where I need them most.

And me?

Oh, Sir. I love being yours.

I love the way the metal reminds me that I've surrendered to something deeper than lust. I love it when I catch you looking at me like you know I'm dripping just from the sound of your voice, the promise of your approval.

And god help me — I love it, too. Love the weight of it. The heat.

The helplessness.

Sir, you told me not to come. You told me I wouldn't be able to.

And you were right.

Because I don't get to decide anymore.

Only you do.

And baby… when that key finally turns?

If it ever does…

I'm not going to come.

I'm going to shatter.

Y/yours. All yours.

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Good? Good.

Yours, all Yours.