Tonight, I am a Sadist

Tonight I want to make you cry.

I won't tie you up, at least not right away.
That would be too easy.

I want to bind you with my words.
I want to feel your struggle--to obey and endure, or to fight and be forced into submission.
I get off on the mindfuck.

I'm not going to hurt you because you want it, I'm going to hurt you because I want it.

I want to touch you and feel you ache for me.
I want to touch you and feel you shudder with fear of the pain you know I want to cause you.

I haven't decided if I want to gag you, or if I just want to leave your lips open and upward for my kisses (Oh, and kiss you I will).
I will kiss you tenderly; I do care for you, and I want you to know it.

Tonight I will make you cry.

I'll push you until you beg me to stop.
I might,
but I might not.

I want to bend you as far as I can without breaking you.
Believe me, darling, I want to break you,
but I won't. I promise.

It'll hurt, and I know you'll like it,
but, do you want to know what gets me off most?
I know it's going to hurt long after you stop liking it.