I feel confused, my mind chaotic. Ask for what? Ask for you to hit me? Ask for you to touch me? Fuck me?

No. Wait. It isn't my decision. It is yours. I don't know what I want and it doesn't matter.

"Please. Use me. Use me however you want. Anything. Please."

I feel completely debased. Naked, needy, powerless as you stand so calm and in control. I want to be touched, felt, fucked but you're still clothed. My naked body has given you none of the urgency that your clothed body has given me. The crop tells me you won't feel the need to fuck me any time soon.

I feel weak, like an animal, waiting for you to do whatever gives you any little pleasure.