I Want, Part 3

I want to see how far and how deep this can go, in every way.

I want to mark you permanently as mine. I want to claim you.

I want to drag you off into a new world, and play with you there, making use of you in any way that I choose, passing you out to my friends, grooming you, seeing what can be done to you and for you, to make you the best man you can be for both of us.

I want years and decades.

I want to see what we can accomplish, where we can go.

I want to build us. I want to build a house, with us at the core.

I want to wake up every morning to you servicing me, making sure that my ass and my cunt are well cared for.

I want to make sure that you eat well, and exercise, to reduce your stress and keep you in excellent shape for me, and the sexual exploits we plan.

I want to dress you up, and dress me up.

I want to take you to parties all over the world, and show you off, and make you seen as an example of what is good and right and ideal about submissiveness, and kink, and friendship, and love.

I am waking up, and uncurling in my bed. I’m stretching, and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. my hand is touching my cunt, even as my day and reality begin to assert themselves, and take me back from my midsummer’s night dreams.