It's a cold day. Every touch feels so good when your contact gives me warmth. You feel it too. I resign into myself knowing you can't love me like that anymore. It makes me sad to know this attraction between us is just a fruitless strain.

To hell with that, you decide. I'm so lovely, I deserve the world, and I chose you to give it to me. Something changes inside you. Something magic.  As if all at once, the secrets of sex and psychology open up to you in your revelation.

You take my body to the bed with a firm grace. You weave glowing blue rope from out of thin air seemingly into the sheets to hold my exposed body spread and in place. My muscles tense as I test the limits of my confinement and then all relax upon realizing I'm entirely helpless underneath you. I can feel the needy heat in each of my breathy exhales.

"My pretty boy. This is everything I needed. Everything you are is everything I need. And I need you so bad. I will have you. Sweet prince." You say, grinding on my waist. "Such a good boy for me. You've waited, worshipping me for so long. I'm going to give you everything. I'm never going to stop. Even when I'm not actively toying with your pretty body, I'm going to take such good care of my precious little slut." You call me a slut but it's not degradation. It's praise. It's how you make me.

Your thumb rolls over my clit. Your words are hot in my ear. I can't do a damn thing but squirt and listen. "Oh, Sir-"

"Because that's what I want, Kitten. It's what you want too. By the time I'm done with you, you not even going be able to focus long enough to read a sentence. You're just going to be a pleading puddle on his knees."

You wave your fingers across my vision and the sight multiplies time and time over again. I can feel each finger stroking the inside of my mind and touching every horny inch of my skin. It'd all encompassing. It's like a continuous massage in and out and I just melt under you and your magic.

I feel like I'm dreaming. It just feels so fucking good everywhere. Every time I could actually register a sensation I'm just flooded with that feeling of being massaged back down.

I wake up and cuddle closer to you. "Good morning, Sir."

You give a chuckle at the formality. "Sir? I haven't heard that one in a while. How'd you sleep?"

"Great, thanks to you." I beam up at you.

You smile back at me. "I'm glad, after you passed out last night I tried to position you comfortably."

"Did you have fun last night?"

"I mean, I always have fun with you. It was a good movie. I tried to pause it when I noticed you fell asleep, so we can start again today if you like and go back to the last part you remember." I had forgotten we were watching a movie. Wait. 

You read the fear on my face and ask "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

I'm entirely awake now and sit up accordingly. "Is that all that happened last night?"

"...Yeah? I mean, I didn't go straight to bed, I wanted to get some food and game a little first, but yeah you didn't miss anything too exciting, don't worry." You try to assure me.

I'm anything but assured. I take a deep breath. This might just be unsuccessful memory play. I do a quick check to find I'm in the same underwear I was in last night. You're telling the truth. I think I'm going to throw up. I run to the bathroom but down even have anything to vomit. All I can do is cry.

I want you so bad that it feels so real to imagine it might be reciprocated like it used to. You're not magic. You don't even love me more than you hate yourself.