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Since I often write five of these notes at a time but post them in the order that fits my mood I sometimes fear their visible sequence will leave me appearing even battier than I am.

My latent dominant side - not so latent outside of kink - pushes at me, seeking to rise up. And I keep telling that hunger to go sleep it off.

But all day long I’ve had this floating in and out of my brain.

I’m with a guy who has never explored his masochism or need to express submission. He is on his knees before me. I’ve locked his arms behind himself. Placed on a gag and hood. As he kneels before me bound, silent with everything but the sound of my voice blocked I talk to him.

Softly and calmly I focus his mind on his vulnerability and helplessness. I tell him stories of all the horrible things it is within my power to do to him. As my words take him down I watch his cock harden, his body twitch as he helplessly responds.

He is lost on the crossroads where fear meets lust. I am his nightmare and most ardent desire.