Possessive Terms

Thoughts. Words.
The ones I love so much...

Breathe.
Whore.
Cum.
Good girl.

"Breathe for me."
"My whore."
"Cum for me."
"My good girl."

The possessive context changes all those words. It takes them from something mildly hot, to a level of knee melting that is far beyond what those words do without the possessive terms.

"Breathe for me."

Breath is the base-point of life. When he controls my breathing, he controls everything else that goes along with it.
And when there's pain, or something just becomes to much and he tells me to breathe for him. That's all I need.
It's not just the basic command to breathe--a necessity for continuation of life. It's doing so for him. Because he tells me to.
Being told to breathe is like being told to be alive. To relax in the moment and accept that whatever will be will be.

"My whore."

The term "whore" implies that someone is payed for being sexually promiscuous. So technically, I don't really fit the category. But when he adds the "my", everything changes. Because I am...For him. And I get a great deal of reward out of it.

"Cum for me."

That statement makes it about him. Doing it not for myself, but for him. And somehow that makes a huge difference. I guess it's kind of like the whole "Don't Dominate me because I want you to" bit. Make me beg for what I want then give it to me because it's what you want concept.

"My good girl."

Okay, that one's awesome in any context. With or without the "my". It's like sub crack-- I will go to extremes and endure things only to please. Because in the end, my fix will be waiting for me.

Yea... Breath for me and good girl. If I only got to hear five words for the rest of my life, those would suit me just fine.