Thinking of you right now. Wondering if you’ll be my Valentine. Hoping you’d take me out for a drink, maybe a light dinner, then show me that special place you talk about. That well equipped dungeon with warm coloured walls and leather padded benches. With all those items for torture and teasing hung from the walls.
For you to tell me to strip and watch me undress, then tie me carefully but firmly to the bench. To tease my bare arse with floggers, the crop and the cane. My arse turning into the perfect red Valentine’s Day heart. And then for me to beg for some fingers in my cunt.
Thinking of you while I make myself come.