Dear Diary,
Tonight, I find myself restless, unable to sleep as my body is consumed by aching desire. Thoughts of him, my dominant, swirl in my mind, igniting a fire within me that only he can quell. I yearn for his voice, his dominance, his complete control over me.
As I lay here, my fingers twitch with the urge to explore forbidden territories, to submit to his will completely. The image of him thrusting into my throat, claiming me as his own, fills me with anticipation. The thought of pleasuring him, obeying his every command, sends waves of excitement through me.
His dominance is a drug, addicting me to his control, craving the ecstasy of submission. I long for him to use my body for his pleasure, marking me with his dominance. His edging, denying me release, reminds me of my place beneath him, pushing me to new levels of submission.
I ache to taste him, to feel him brand me once more. My body, my essence, they belong to him, eagerly awaiting his next command, his next touch. I am his vessel, his canvas, ready for his next adventure into sub space.
I want to serve him and submit completely.
Yours,
Scarlet
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