Please Please Please


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?

8 thoughts on “Please Please Please

  1. SMH says:

    Mine once appeared after about a month during which we were communicating but hadn’t seen each other. When he walked in, he announced ‘Here I am’!! It was as if the whole world waited for him all the time and he blessed with his presence when he felt like it. The question came up of who had kissed who first. I didn’t want to inflate his ego even more, so I didn’t make a move until he did, and he kissed me first. He denied it of course but at the time I thought it was his guilt speaking (IPSS).

  2. Sanna paterson says:

    So glad I got away before he hit his stride with this. He did it a couple of times and it felt truly awful.
    Just the nastiest of mind games.
    Glad I hurt him back and I know he’s still hurting.

    1. Kim e says:

      Hi Sanna,
      Can I ask how you think you hurt him? And why it worked?

      1. Sanna paterson says:

        I stayed discarded at New Year. When the ‘relationship’ resumed on and off, I was also wearing a mask but he couldn’t tell.
        I slept with a far far younger man and dropped him a one line text to tell him so. That walloped all his insecurities in one go.
        He was astounded I could be so callous.
        I’d had a Year and a half of being dropped, picked up again, isolated , gaslighted, manipulated. In doing that, I drove a stake through the heart of the thing and made him drop me for good and he didn’t see it coming at all.

  3. Nina says:

    All the bending over backward to do their will, just to get them to treat you like a normal person. Your mind knows it’s wrong, but yet your heart won’t let you stop. Anything and everything they want just to make them happy. Why, why, why??

  4. tigerchelle78 says:

    This one really messes with my psyche, and I can’t even explain why….

  5. MB says:

    I’ve been missing me some HG Wants to Know polling action!

  6. pascaleshealingjourney says:

    The harm is yet to come. And then it will hurt like hell.

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