The obedience before the command

[Di****]

It’s not just the control I crave… it’s the way she gives it.

The room’s quiet, except for her breath. Shallow. Waiting.

I don’t raise my voice. I don’t have to. The moment she hears the drag of my chair across the floor, she shifts. Knees a little wider. Shoulders pulled back without me asking.

It’s that obedience before the command that does something to me. Not just the way she listens, but the way her body remembers who it belongs to.

I run a finger under her chin. She flinches, but holds still.
Good girl.

See, I don’t need to scream to be cruel. I can take her apart with patience. With silence. With the sound of my belt sliding through the loops,slow and deliberate, just to watch her eyes glaze over in panic and hunger at the same time.

She thinks the worst part is when I restrain her.
She’s wrong.
It’s when I don’t.

It’s when I give her the choice to disobey… and she still submits. That’s the real addiction. Not the ***. Not the mess. But the way she breaks herself open to be used… and calls it love.

And I take it all, every whimper, every shiver, every ounce of that sacred trust because in that moment, we both know:
I don’t need to hurt her to own her. I just need to be the only one she begs not to.

[St****]

Wow

[Da****]

I love this!

[CJ_SilverQueen]

Beautiful

[Euphy]

Poetry