A work of fiction...
You say you want someone to push you to the edge, test your limits, treat you like filth... baby, I'm going to make you beg for your freedom. Once I sink my teeth into you, you are my prey, you no longer have the option to escape, so take time to think about what you truly desire from me. Because you will be MINE, my property, my toy, my little plaything with which I can do anything I desire. You will no longer have free will; did you ever have free will in the first place? Are you a religious person? Do you believe in free will over determinism? Maybe our futures have already been laid out, in which case you never even had a chance. I am taking away from your human life and ripping you apart at the seams, your animalistic, primal desire burning like wildfire throughout your chest. Your corporeal body is now just a vessel, something cradling what's left of a spirit, available only for me to use, abuse, whip, claw, shred. And I will take everything from you, and you will know nothing other than the fact that you can't get enough. You'll forget what it's like to want, because every moment of your life will revolve around pleasing me. Sometimes I will be tender, warm, soft, beckoning to you with a crooked finger, but you will be on your knees before me without needing to be called. Mine. I want you to be mine, mine alone, my own fucking human pet. It makes my breath slow and my heart race, wanting what I can't have.