What if I told you that you occupy my every waking thought? That I dream about you at night? And that you feature in my darkest, dirtiest dreams? What then?

I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt, push you in ways you never knew existed, expand your horizons in ways you never dreamt needed expanding…”Me too. “I want to show you that pleasure can be pain…”Whatever you want. “And pain can be pleasure…”Anything. “And that those worlds can be yours if you just let go and exist…” I’ll follow you anywhere. “I want to break you apart. And put you back together again.”I’m yours.“Beautiful, I want to make you fly.” Please. Anything.

I won’t ask you for anything you aren’t willing to give me,” he croons. “And I promise you’ll enjoy it. Do you want to play?”There’s no question. “Yes. Yes, I do.

I will never intentionally ask you for anything that you aren’t willing to give. But if I do, you can always say no.” He lets that sink in for a moment. “But you won’t.

Call me Sir.