Author’s Note: This is too short to call a blurb, so I shall call it a snippet. I got the impulse to write something again from a Domme’s POV. I’m not sure if this will become anything, but I thought people might enjoy it.
There’s something about the excitement of a new boy. You can see how badly he wants you. You can see it in his eyes, that endless desire to please you and make you proud. You can see it in his cock, the way that it throbs and strains against the bars of its cage. It’s beautiful when it cries for you. At least that’s how I think of it in my head. I never let him know that I think of it that way. To him, I just call it his ‘disgusting dribbles’ and scorn him for it, citing his lack of self-control as the reason that I keep it locked up in the first place. Does this make me a bitch? Maybe. It also makes my fire burn so hot inside me. Our arrangement was never meant to be fair. Make it cry for me, boy, that always makes me smile.