My dream

August 5, 2025

I dreamed she was waiting on her knees, wrists bound behind her back with soft rope, head bowed. The room smelled of leather and candle wax. My domain.

I walked around her, slow, deliberate, crop in hand.

“Speak.”

Her voice trembled. “Please, Sir.”

That word lit me up.

I pulled her up by the collar, pressed her to the wall, breath hot against her neck. A blindfold slid over her eyes. Then cuffs. Then the click of a chain.

Every sound, every pause, was control mine.

I teased her with a feather, then a sharp slap. Her body danced between tension and need, obeying every command without question.

I didn’t need to raise my voice. She responded to tone, to silence, to the promise of more.

Then I woke breathless, hard, hungry.

Still tasting the power on my tongue.