Diary Of A Masochist

You never have fully gotten used to the idea that your body doesn't belong to you anymore. Are you glaring at me? I can't tell, the gag really makes you look so pathetic that it derails any of your attempts to be intimidating. I can tell that you seem to hate it. The way my fingers trail over your skin, the way I've bound you so that you can't curl in on yourself and stop me. I can't help myself. I know I'm meant to be hurting you, I know that you need the correction, but still I trail my fingers over your skin like a lover.

You start squirming hard when you see the knife in my other hand. You go almost unnaturally still when the cold steel touches your skin. I follow the path of my loving caresses with the blade, Long, deep cuts that map out my favorite spots to touch you. Over the soft parts of your thighs, around your hipbones, over the gentle curve of your stomach. Every loving touch followed by sharp pain, split skin, and blood in pretty little rivulets down your perfect body.

record the amount of time it takes to cum. set the next timer for that amount of time. see if it can beat its own record.

repeat. and repeat. and repeat. how fast and pathetic can it be? how much can you ruin it's stamina? can you get to the point where it cums within mere minutes of being touched? seconds?

once it's trained like this do away with the timer. start employing strict punishments for cumming too quickly/without permission. you've primed it to fail.

Normalize giving them time to think on it, days even.

Normalize giving an honest, thoughtful answer to the question.

Normalize setting aside your own needs for a moment to listen to their answer.