Filed under: Deviant Dreams
i sat in my chair with my legs crossed. what you saw was a calm composure with a sadistic twist. but what you didn’t know is i had my teeth clenched trying to mask the curl in my lip as my finger tip and thumb were rubbing together an imaginary grain of sand, a pebble….anything. my mind was screaming and my heart was racing. i had to stay in control and i was trying this so called “patience” that another sadist had suggested. patience for what? i was never a patient person and definitely not a patient sadist.
so i waited as i glared down at you, hands behind your straight back, cock erect, sitting on your legs with your thighs spread. i searched in your questioning eyes and just waited. i wanted you to flinch, i wanted you to speak, i wanted you wonder off into la la land to give me that excuse to execute and unravel on you. no, you sat there searching in my blank stare for an answer to your “when?”.
in my mind i started to think of all the glorious and painful things i could do to you just from sitting in my chair. i wanted to act them out on you so badly that the rolling of my imaginary sand was growing faster.
goddamn who is this patience for? it certainly is not for me. i did not find much joy from this as i had to sit here and try to be in control of my thoughts and actions. he didn’t know what was going on in my mind. i know he is wondering what the fuck is going on and because of our past that is why his cock remains hard.
then i start to see his muscles twitch. i start to see the joints ever so slightly shift. then i start to smile a little. this, now this is what i was waiting for my pet…to fuck up.
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