Fuck the gloves. You aren't worthy. You enjoy the scent of my leather far too much. Today you are getting my bar hands. All of this asking for things is getting annoying. You need to be reminded who is in charge. Sit still, there is no escape. Just try to gasp for air with my soft hands and long fingers covering your mouth. Try to breathe. It entertains me. Looking deep into your panic-stricken eyes I can see you wondering when it will be over. When I let go our face and neck. Remember this feeling. All the control is mine. Even your simplest rights and functions