Wearing Your Mask

I see you wearing your mask. You want to hide from me, but I won’t let you. I keep trying my hardest to pull you out.

But you stay behind your mask for now. In this place, there are many wearing their masks. Like a masquerade ball, dancing around each other, trying to guess who is behind those eyes and that smile.

I feel you come up to me before I even see you. There is something about your eyes and your smile, especially. They draw me in so easily.

You barely say a word, but I know your intent at least in this moment. I have no trouble surrendering to you. You knew that. You know I want what you want.

I can smell you and feel your breath on my neck as you come closer. You reach for me now that you have me alone. An arm pulling me to you, a hand wrapped around my throat, moving me so your mouth has better access to my flesh. It’s my flesh that you want. You want to take from me. You want to bite into me just for a taste.

And I want you to have it. I want you to have your fill of me. I can feel your hunger pressing up against me. I know how easy it would be for you to slip inside me, inside my wetness and inside my mind, my heart. It makes me throb. It makes my hunger match yours, but I am left frustrated at least for a moment. Your sadist so likes to tease me.

I turn my head slightly out of your grasp now and look into your eyes. You hear me say your name. Not Daddy, not Sir.

Your name.

You know now, I see you. All of you.

Take the mask off.