Please Please Please

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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 its 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?

7 thoughts on “Please Please Please

  1. Narc Angel says:

    Ha ha. Nothing wrong with that pic.

  2. Catherine says:

    Mm.. I’m conditioned to want drama, to do my uttermost to please, to be of help, to be of use; to be used and abused I guess. I’ve been a puppet all my life and when I actually were treated with decency I considered it somehow to be mediocrity. I need to step out of my assigned and self proclaimed role as a victim and seize the power! That’s what I’m going to do right now; I’ll head to the gym and kick some ass in a boxing class.

    1. Lou says:

      Catherine, I used to love the body combat class in my old gym and kick ass (lol). It was great. Tonight it will be Sh’bam for me. I will dance and have fun and laugh about myself. Enjoy the boxing!

      1. Catherine says:

        Lou, thanks! I did enjoy it even though it’s not my usual kind of thing. I love BodyPump. Fiercely and obsessively. I don’t even know why. Ha, ha..
        I hope you enjoyed your Sh’bam too!

  3. Noname says:

    Hmm…interesting.

    Do you realize you repeat your own Matrinarc’s words and deeds, Tudor? It is exactly what had been said and done to you. And now it is your turn to say and do it to people…

    Sad.

  4. Lou says:

    This is how I was brought up by my Darth Moeder, and the school she put me in.

  5. Jenna says:

    I See the word ‘puppet’. A certain somebody, a great certain somebody, who i will not name, asked me this a wk or 2 ago.
    Ty.

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