Pleasure, Little Treasure

I want you to do your best. That is a noble intention is it not? I want you to try harder each day. I want you to aim high and strive to improve on what you achieved the previous day. Though exhaustion may be clouding your vision and that ache in your limbs reminds you of the strenuous ministrations that you have attended to, I know that you can push through it and do it more, better, faster and stronger. I believe in you. Those other imposters are mere charlatans. Am I not the one who has given you a perfect love? You need to keep that perfect love and earn it. Accordingly, each day I will pull it away from you. On a Monday it might be the case that I do not kiss you. I will not give you an explanation for this withholding as you must work it out. Once you have you need to work hard to recover my kiss. The next day I will not return the hug you always give me when we first get up. Rather than complaining hold your tongue and consider this all part of your on going education. If you want my perfect love to manifest through those warm, safe hugs that you relish then you must please me so that you may have them again.

You repeatedly comment to me that there has to be give and take in a relationship. I am doing exactly what you ask for. I take away in order to make you give more and then you will be rewarded. In order to avoid any complacency on your part you will find that the next time I withdraw from kissing you, your first response which reinstated my luscious embrace will not work a second time. No that would be far too easy. You need to ascertain what different act you must accomplish in order to secure my tender kisses. I know you will do it. Who would not in order to feel my mouth against yours and that soaring sensation inside as the relief floods through you, knowing that you have secured it return. Admit it, the potential loss of my affection at any time for any reason excites you. You do not want mediocrity. You want excitement. You want to feel like you are flying, soaring, bursting and spinning with delight. I am the only one who can supply that to you and thus you willingly engage with me in these games as I push you further and further, pulling back a little more each time so you wrack your brain and strain your sinews to find the answer once again. It would be wrong of me to say I only do this for your benefit. I do not. I do it wholly for mine since I need you to please me. You please me by being the puppet jerking on my strings, doing everything at my behest. The surge of power that I get from this control surpasses anything you might get from our relationship, but are we not both getting something from it, so where’s the harm in pleasing me?

19 thoughts on “Pleasure, Little Treasure

  1. nikitalondon says:

    I can please for a perfect love and take the challange of pleasing to get back hugs and kisses any more 😜. Its true its exciting and thrilling and brings a rush in life.
    Like Ross says the perfect dance of the human magnet syndrome.
    If it would all stay in a nice game like the one you describe above.. I guess its somehow manageable if a normal relationship is considered boring and monotonous.
    But silent treatments, open critics, triangulation and so forth make the thrill not so enjoyable.

  2. T says:

    ‘…forget all about equality…’

    1. malignnarc says:

      This plays as my alarm call in the morning.

      1. nikitalondon says:

        Your really funny . The answer itself sounded very funny πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
        Accept it you love submissiom.

        1. malignnarc says:

          A doctor once told me I was really funny. I think he meant peculiar. I didn’t see him again.

          1. nikitalondon says:

            Yes I can imagine if a doctor calls you odd that there is no motivation to return.
            Your sarcastic answer was funny. Its very typical in latin america to be sarcastic like that. That is why it made me laugh.

          2. malignnarc says:

            I have just found somewhere else in the world where I can fit in. Thank you !

          3. nikitalondon says:

            Sure you fit in latinamerica with your humor!! That is what all visitors say. That they feel very welcome. You are also welcome. My country is totally beautiful ❀️❀️. Now I sound like a narcissist but the truth is that we are made to be very very patriotic. So I am totally in love with mine.

          4. malignnarc says:

            I also have snake hips so I can do the dancing too!

          5. nikitalondon says:

            So with that addition then you will fit 100%.
            Dancing and funny… Total fit. πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ».
            Its all about. Dancing, fun, sun, beaches, mountains and the fascinating rainforest. πŸŒŠπŸŒ³β˜€οΈ

          6. malignnarc says:

            Sounds just like Leigh-on-Sea.

          7. nikitalondon says:

            hmmm more or less … Yes you can use it as a reference standard…

          8. malignnarc says:

            Ha ha.

          9. Milkweed says:

            My ex got mad at me because I referred to him as the β€œclass clown” in high school. He said β€œI was whatever I needed to be.” It reminded me of the scene on good fellows with Ray Liota and Joe Pesci.

      2. T says:

        I am sure it does, HG……

  3. Benny says:

    This is Dom/sub life……

  4. janaa38 says:

    Wicked Witch of the West: And now, my beauties, something with poison in it, I think. With poison in it, but attractive to the eye, and soothing to the smell.

    Something pretty, like words….words that seduce and enchant and entrance another. The attraction that attaches to such words can truly transform evil into beauty.

    β€œLa plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu’il n’existe pas.”

    (“The devil’s finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.”)”
    ― Charles Baudelaire

  5. bethany7337 says:

    How do I love thee, let me count the ways…

    From a very safe distance😊

    1. malignnarc says:

      Ha ha very good Bethany.

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