With you underneath me, arms splayed to the side like I’ve got your hands cuffed to my headboard, suddenly I feel like lulling you into trance. Like taking advantage of how flustered you get when I praise you to sneak in suggestions about relaxing and listening to me. Feeling my nipple rings pressed into you, my softer tits against your harder chest as I roll my hips, riding your beautiful thick cock. Uttering reassurance that I’ll take care of you, my good boy, and I know you love to please me, so I know you’ll obey me.

We’ve both got really high libidos, so maybe it’s not that unusual that we’re both desperate, but after going out to that queer music fest in that little black dress you love and my favorite pair of black platform boots… Well, neither you nor I want to stop touching the other long enough to finish taking the tiny black sheath off my body. You pulled the straps down so you could grab a couple handfuls of my tits when I was getting a glass of water earlier. And of course that very quickly progressed you sliding the thin glossy fabric up my thighs a couple more inches so you could more fully press into my clit and pussy lips. And that became you freeing your cock from your boxers to fill me up even faster.

I don’t often dom you (more often I’m craving a good lesson in submitting to you, taking your cock in my tight cunt until you fill me with your seed, like the bitch I am for you), but the image of you, in my head, of passively absorbing my words as I continue riding you, peppering your skin with kisses, gives me a new, surprising curiosity. Can I make that power trip? Make your delicate blue eyes glaze over, give you some kind of conditioning or post-hypnotic suggestions?

Before my mind’s eye can conjure up anything further, I’m seized by the lust-driven impulse and begin murmuring in your ear.

I trust you so much; I opened up to you about my intense interest in hypnokink. We’ve talked about you dropping me, training me … you’ve found the idea so hot, you’ve told me. But we’ve never discussed the inverse. This too, gives me a thrill.

I’m barely thinking at all, so full with you as I follow a sinuous curve with my hips as I lift up and down on you. So I haven’t thought it through at all yet, not in the slightest. I’m a creature borne only of need. Perhaps it’d be okay, though, this kind of consensual non-consent. Each of us feels so safe with the other (and get hot n bothered at the idea of being in someone else’s grasp) that we’ve both confessed that we’d do anything for each other (in bed). We have a safeword, so we have dipped into cnc role-play now and again, bratting and so on. But I don’t think that’s particular admission been an exaggeration on either of our parts – I feel there’s an understanding that “anything” really means anything but I can always safeword if I want/need to, and the other won’t be upset.

Maybe I’ll try it again sometime soon, ginger. Tell me if that though doesn’t get you nice and hard for me already.