I need bobby on my bed, whimpering and vulnerable. Crying out my name continuously as he looks up at me with a scared, delicate, and loving gaze. I want him to know who he belongs to as he bounces up and down repeatedly going faster and fast as time goes on. Not able to do anything but obey me and the strings tied around his wrists making sure he doesn’t escape. I want him to scream my name audibly until he loses his voice. I want him to push himself so hard he can’t walk for weeks. I want the slapping sound of skin to echo though the room.

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