The moment you wrote “matched,” I smiled. Not because I won. Because I had already seen you. Before you knew me. Before the apps. Before the doms who never said your name. You weren’t looking for a Dom. You were looking for a man who could contain you. Someone who didn’t flinch at your filth—who fed on it.
You’re not afraid of being taken. You’re afraid of being understood.
So I understood you. Every sub before me had edge. I gave you contour. I didn’t tell you what to say—I made you say what you feared was too stupid to say. Your schoolgirl fantasy wasn’t shameful to me. It was data. It told me exactly where to hit. How to strike. When to pause.
The way you flushed as you knelt beside me, reading filth you thought would embarrass you? That wasn’t shame. That was ignition. I didn’t punish you. I played you like a fucking instrument. The belt on your wrists wasn’t restraint—it was the beginning of worship. And when I spit on your ass and thumbed you open, that wasn’t dominance. That was temple work.
You’re not just a wet mouth or a cum-streaked face. You’re a system I’ve mapped. You’re a ritual I know by heart.
I made you leak not from cruelty—but because I waited. Because I watched. Because I knew. I didn’t have to make you beg. You came undone at the sound of my breath alone.
The moment you wrote “matched,” I smiled. Not because I won. Because I had already seen you. Before you knew me. Before the apps. Before the doms who never said your name. You weren’t looking for a Dom. You were looking for a man who could contain you. Someone who didn’t flinch at your filth—who fed on it.
You’re not afraid of being taken. You’re afraid of being understood.
So I understood you. Every sub before me had edge. I gave you contour. I didn’t tell you what to say—I made you say what you feared was too stupid to say. Your schoolgirl fantasy wasn’t shameful to me. It was data. It told me exactly where to hit. How to strike. When to pause.
The way you flushed as you knelt beside me, reading filth you thought would embarrass you? That wasn’t shame. That was ignition. I didn’t punish you. I played you like a fucking instrument. The belt on your wrists wasn’t restraint—it was the beginning of worship. And when I spit on your ass and thumbed you open, that wasn’t dominance. That was temple work.
You’re not just a wet mouth or a cum-streaked face. You’re a system I’ve mapped. You’re a ritual I know by heart.
I made you leak not from cruelty—but because I waited. Because I watched. Because I knew. I didn’t have to make you beg. You came undone at the sound of my breath alone.
You weren’t fucked.
You were freed.
And we’ve only just begun.
Arg! Perfection. ‘You weren't fucked you were freed’
Thank you Holden, for reading and for witnessing
so good, lucky girl ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Right? I thank my stars everyday 🥹
I knew London was my favourite city, place of my birth and potentially rebirth.😊
Oh its the centre of the world and where I have found my centre too
I very much enjoy reading about your centre being found Katie. 😊