Jul 18
I live to see pretty girls suffer.
When she's below me, teased and denied for hours, sobbing incoherently. I stop, providing a reprieve, just long enough to see hope begging to fill her expression. She searches for a kindness that doesn't exist, thinking her torment is finally over.
It's not, not yet. I haven't gotten my fill of her tears, her desperate wimpers and moans. I simply require a change of implements. That vibrator tormenting her clit, replaced by an e-stim kit and a metal clamp. Or, if she's really lucky a layer of ginger paste and a pump.
