Lean in close, kittens, and let’s have a chat.
Because we need to talk about power. And desire. And the truth behind a truth.
I see you there, longing to be devoured. Overtaken. Overpowered.
I see the relief on your face when you think I might. The hope that I could.
Overpower you. Overtake you. Devour you.
That is your truth. Your longing.
And this is the truth underneath it:
I’m not here to overpower you, kitten. I do not bend you to my will by forcing something inside you. I am not the demon slipping under your skin so you can abdicate responsibility.
I am here, instead, to overpower your fears.
I invite you into the darkness, your darkness, and because I’m there, you follow.
I transform the darkness into desire. I rip from it the judgement.
I am shield and stone and safety net. You walk the tightrope because you believe I will catch you if you fall.
You do not follow because I force you. You follow because deep down you want to and you trust me to light a candle, take your hand, and show you that the fifty-foot demon is survivable. That you were always stronger than you thought.
When you ask if I’m going to make you cage for longer than you’ve ever caged before. When you ask for humiliation, for me to speak your deepest fears aloud. When you have been talking around on wounds that healed wrong and I re-open them so they can heal properly this time.
This is not me overpowering you, kitten. This is what you longed for the whole time. And what you needed was someone bigger than your fears.