Fear, anticipation, waiting, wanting, needing. The feeling , the touch, the smell, the wondering. The Unknowing.
Dominance comes in many forms, two most common verbal and silence, silence fits all of the above. Silence keeps you wondering, as your standing in the middle of the room, stripped of all clothes, hands behind your back. He your owner looking at you not saying a word, as he gazes up and down, you can feel the lump in your throat, but you dare not say a word. Your mind is going a 100 miles an hour. What is he thinking? What is going through his mind? Have I done anything wrong?
He stands and walks toward you, places his hand around your throat and slowly pushes you back, until you can feel the cold wall against your skin. He squeezes a little harder, making it almost impossible to swallow, breath, your heart is pounding, you being to sweat a little, his eyes starring deep into your soul, your knees become weak, you start to tremble under his touch.
His hand still around your throat this free hand drops to your right breast, he fondles then squeezes until you think you cannot stand anymore, then to your left breast a repeat, as he continues to stare deep in your eyes, you dare not say a word.
His hand drops down to your sweet pussy you spread automatically without question, he places his hand over his pussy and begins to squeeze, as he continues to stare deep in your eyes. You are wet, wetter than you have ever bee before, but you dare not cum.
In one swift move he spins you around arms extended palms flat against the wall, he takes a hand full of hair, pulls your head back, and whispers in your ear.
I own you Bitch.
Written by Vile