She knew your weaknesses and played them against you. You felt helpless to her advances and you knew she wanted you. As she dominated you from above, you knew you would give in and accept her control.
You sat in her presence, submitted and passive. She knew you were hers to command, as she slowly lowered her panties, wanting your tongue to taste her dominance.
It had all seemed to come to this moment. The one where she asked you the question you were so afraid to answer, the one that would divulge who you truly were and the feelings you kept secret.
The ropes held you tightly, the mattress your playground. You waited patiently for her to come to you and begin playing. You could feel the ripples of excitement race through you, as her lips kissed yours and her hand felt the wetness she desired in you.
You had agreed to be her pet, her little one to please and adore. It had finally arrived, the moment you became her toy and in celebration, she held a glass for you to fill with her cum to drink a toast with.
You loved her touch, her sense of gentle control over you. No matter what she did to your body, it was done with love and an understanding of your needs to serve.
I thought you might be needing a little inspiration during those times you had alone. Something to help the noodling with the doodling by doing a bit of diddling.