KINK

I want you to feed me…

Flat on your back, you feel steady thighs straddling your shoulders and the heat of two seeking eyes from above.

you feel suspended by that gaze; like a drop of ink cupped perfectly by the water’s placid surface…and… the next moment you’ve slipped under.

To an endless place, where you struggle to understand how much space you truly take up.

You feel a sensation of shifting from big and then to small again.

“you couldn’t move if you tried”, I purr…

No rope or leather bound your body, yet as you are roused to respond  to this voice you find your mouth doesn’t open, your shoulders don’t shrug, you are completely immobilized.

Those words, my will, were the truth.

I drop into the pleading void of your eyes.

This moment; the moment you feel your complete helplessness is what I’ve craved.

I smile from above at how tiny you look in my hands and yet how big your captured presence feels.

I bend with the growing tension in your body as it gives way to surrender.

you open, I slip inside, and my feast begins…