It begins with a trigger, a flicker of yearning.
Stimulation of memory, and self, activation.
A whimper escapes, subtle, understated, coy seduction of soul and mind.
A sigh.
It’s deep, visceral, denial ineffectual.
An ache begins, eyes wide, dilation, glassy.
Sexual, yes, but it’s not the whole….
I need…..
…….*contemplation*

Dominance.
Over me, over obstinance and won’t and can’t and no.
Make me crawl, make me kneel.
Insist.
I beg.
Stand firm until I do.

Take the brat and crush the fight she uses as her shield.

Remind me, until I recall, with clarity.
My place, obedient, passive.
Submission accepted.
Humbled, at your feet.