Cravings, aches and needs.  Laying there needing that One to control and use you for their pleasure. Posting a link, nothing. Posting another and it isn’t them. It feels good but the satisfaction isn’t there. Disappointment. The need building.  Than the One.  Waves of pleasure. Gentle at first washing over you, eliciting moans, gasps and whines of pleasure.  Your body no longer yours, it belongs to them to use as they desire. Body tense and vibrating, the first orgasm the allow to roll over you, as you take everything they give and try to follow the directions.  The desperation only growing even more, sticky and wet with cum and sweat, and they say more. You give it, giving into Her as She pulls the second orgasm from you, your offer of tribute to a Queen.  Body quivering the ache to be hers growing, needing to do anything for Her pleasure. The Goddess ripping then next orgasm from you, pain and so much pleasure rolled together as a sacrifice for Her. Almost incoherently begging and crying, not to stop but for more, all just to give her pleasure.  Then her voice asking to taste the tears rolling down your cheeks. Back arching, the sound of her voice almost pushing you over the edge into insanity, and oblivion, the sheer bliss of hearing her say that you are Hers.  Body taught, unable to stop shaking and shivering, despite feverish skin.  Then so offers to thing you need from the depths of the bottom of your soul. To give her physical pleasure.  Sanity snapping into place, from fear of disappointing Her, slowly timidly, taking the time to build it, attentive to her reactions, tears of joy rolling down your cheeks, a fault of a eagerness reprimand, and directed back to what she needs not what you think she needs.  A ball of heat growing in you as the pleasure builds, unrealized till her her pleasure peaks and she allows you to bring her to orgasm, and orgasm tearing through you, with her, her voice calls for it, and your body responds. Exhaustion, floating, brain in fog, exultation at being here, complete.  Trying to be coherent to be able to communicate with Her. The ache growing again, the need to please Her in every way, forcing thoughts to words so you don’t stumble.  Bliss