This perpetual state is your destiny, eternally bound to inhabit this tormenting limbo, craving relief that remains elusive. You serve as my toy, patiently awaiting my command. Your existence is consumed by utter denial, evident in every subtle gesture, every suppressed plea. You refrain from begging, aware that resistance is futile. Suppressing the urge to cry out “please, Goddess” with all your might, you understand the necessity of this harsh denial. True pleasure demands sacrifice, necessitating endurance through anguish. You remain in denial until I utter those enchanting words, regardless of the duration. With head bowed and determination unwavering, you persist in this agonizing anticipation, yearning, pulsating.
