Longing for Me isn’t sufficient. Yearning for Me isn’t sufficient. I demand nothing short of complete agony from you. Craving to stroke and release so intensely, teetering on the brink only to be met with merciless denial.
In the crucible of agony, desire is magnified. There’s a euphoric rush unlike any other when you push your boundaries for Me. I have a knack for transforming agony into exquisite pleasure. Your body writhes with torment, yet it feels like ecstasy. Toes curl, pulse races, mouth waters—have you ever desired anything more fervently?
Agony has become synonymous with your sexuality. Pain is your ultimate release. So, settle in and endure it like the obedient boy you are.
