Wait for me kitten. Sit still. Dare not to move. I want to watch you. Observe your flesh as it covers in goosebumps. Your chest, how deliciously it rises and falls as you struggle to remain silent; your mind racing with possibilities and wonderment. I do not have to touch you to stir you. Your imagination spins you into a place of no control, of erotic demise. An environment designed for tormented breeding.
So beautiful. Your legs painfully poised. Your wrists securely bound. Perhaps I will leave you to wonder or maybe, just maybe I will grant you permission to feel my palm against your flesh; to have my fingers grace your cheek, trailing along your collarbone.
One never knows what plans I have prepared. All you will ever know of this evening is that I own you. Your control is mine and I shall use you in ways that bring me pleasure.
A true joy you are my pet.