Don't give in yet—you'd spoil the fun. You say you want to be dominated, and I'll certainly give you what you want. Resist me all you'd like. Put up a fight: physical, intellectual, however you'd like to play. You and I both know it'll happen in the end. There isn't any need to hurry this along.
You'll submit to me. You'll try not to, and I'll love watching you try. You know I think you're wonderful; you know that you're my equal even as I lead you to give in. Resist me. Please do. You're beautiful when you fight back. That's why you're so gorgeous when you finally submit.
If I didn't think your fighting was so beautiful, you wouldn't want to submit to me, would you? You've met the man who told you to submit for his convenience. The man who wants you as his power fantasy. I want no fantasy from you. I want you, and I will have you.
And you know I want you, too. That's what gives you the power to submit to me, even though it isn't why you ultimately will.
You know why you'll submit to me, don't you?
It isn't because I'm stronger than you. It's not because you're weak. If you want me to hold you down and pin your hands behind your back and fuck you till your bedsheets are soaked through, I will and I can, but that's not why you're going to submit to me. (If you wanted that, you only had to ask.)
You know why, but I'll tell you anyway, because I know you love to hear it.
You're going to submit to me because you've felt it. You know what it's like to have your mind and knees both buckle. What it's like to have somebody touch the parts of you that you don't realize are there unless they're touched.
You know that I reach something in you that you yourself cannot. Something in you that loves to be reached. You know it's there, even if you can't quite see it. But you will see it in my eyes. You will hear it in my voice. You will feel it as you open up to me and let me touch you.
Dearest, you are mine. You are mine because you'll never be your own. Mine, because a part of you will only ever belong to someone else. A part of you belongs only to me.
Do you feel it already, darling? Can you feel the way I'm tugging at your mind? The way I stir inside your body? It's delightful, isn't it? Delightful how, one moment, you're convinced you know the world for what it is, and then you sense the lovely darkness at its edges? Delightful how, just by softly talking to you, I can make the room you're in transform? How the sounds you hear suddenly purr and whisper, like predatory animals on the prowl? How the light seems both more seductive and more elusive, tempting you in, promising you that in just a minute you won't remember where you are?
Is it warmer in here than it just was? It is, isn't it? But still you feel a little chill.
The room isn't changing, my dearest. All that's changed is you. Suddenly you are so much more than you were only a minute ago. Something deep in you is swirling up to the surface.
I could make you whimper with the softest touch. Imagine it now: two warm fingers tracing softly across the back of your neck. If I nibbled your earlobe, you'd be done and you know it. So I'll be polite. I won't bite you just yet.
What's that? You would like me to? Oh, no. Oh, no no no. Resist me just a little while longer. You know I think you're beautiful when you put up a good fight.
In the meantime I'll remind you why you so love to submit. Why I let you know so certainly that you'll give me what I want from you. It isn't that you're weak, my lovely love, it isn't that you're weak at all. That's not why you submit every time.
It's simply that you know how good submission feels. You know how thoroughly submission pleases you. You know it even before you've begun to submit, before you feel it. You know how good it feels, and you know I'll make it happen, and even thinking that can make you shudder, make you start to give into me before I've done a single thing.
You're going to submit to me because nothing else can make you feel this deeply good. Nothing and nobody. You're going to submit to me because you've dreamt of this since the last time I told you you'd submit, the last time you put up such a stunningly good fight, the last time I held you as you trembled and gave in. You wondered what would happen. You'd wonder where I'd take you, and how. And now you know you're going to find out.
Only I can take you there, my darling. And I will, because I know how much you'd like me to. Be a dear for me and ask me for it. Ask me to make you submit. Beg me, if you really want it.
You don't need to fight me anymore. You have such a lovely look on your face. I adore you so, so much. It's time now. Just give in.