…Never really begged. Not the way I will make you beg. From deep inside of yourself, where the words don’t have to be sought after, they come rushing out. Bursting out.
You think you’re begging at first. But no. You’re just asking. Merely going through a mental exercise that will get you what you want. You think.
But I have no interest in watching someone do the paint-by-the-numbers version of submission. It’s going to be real. Visceral. Or it won’t happen at all.
And so I wait. I watch. I listen. And I say, “Not until you mean it.”
Invariably this makes you angry. Defensive. Frustrated. Desperate. After all, you may actually have thought you were begging if you asked with a little intensity. Hell, you think, I said ‘please.’ Twice!
Time passes. I push harder. You ask more often, more intensely. You’re a little scared, worried. You’re starting to get it. It’s not a foregone conclusion that I’ll say yes. Honestly, I might not ever say yes. I’ll let you go without, let you suffer. You start to believe that. Finally, you know that. And the anger slowly evolves into something else. Adoration.
In that moment you become mine…because yes, Yes, YES! As frustrating as it might be, this is actually what you crave. What you need. You need this. You need someone who is strong enough to push you, deny you, force you to understand that all of this is truly out of your control. And then, it happens. That gate you have inside of yourself that was built in the vanilla world…that gate that prevents you from behaving the way you really want to, need to..that breaks. Suddenly, the words come gushing out. Spurting out.
You beg me, and now it’s it’s real. It’s genuine. And…oh …yes. It feels so good. You need it. And you know it.
So? Get busy.
Beg me.
~Ms Kay
You think you’re begging at first. But no. You’re just asking. Merely going through a mental exercise that will get you what you want. You think.
But I have no interest in watching someone do the paint-by-the-numbers version of submission. It’s going to be real. Visceral. Or it won’t happen at all.
And so I wait. I watch. I listen. And I say, “Not until you mean it.”
Invariably this makes you angry. Defensive. Frustrated. Desperate. After all, you may actually have thought you were begging if you asked with a little intensity. Hell, you think, I said ‘please.’ Twice!
Time passes. I push harder. You ask more often, more intensely. You’re a little scared, worried. You’re starting to get it. It’s not a foregone conclusion that I’ll say yes. Honestly, I might not ever say yes. I’ll let you go without, let you suffer. You start to believe that. Finally, you know that. And the anger slowly evolves into something else. Adoration.
In that moment you become mine…because yes, Yes, YES! As frustrating as it might be, this is actually what you crave. What you need. You need this. You need someone who is strong enough to push you, deny you, force you to understand that all of this is truly out of your control. And then, it happens. That gate you have inside of yourself that was built in the vanilla world…that gate that prevents you from behaving the way you really want to, need to..that breaks. Suddenly, the words come gushing out. Spurting out.
You beg me, and now it’s it’s real. It’s genuine. And…oh …yes. It feels so good. You need it. And you know it.
So? Get busy.
Beg me.
~Ms Kay
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