come taste the Nectar

Beauty in masochism. In sadism. In devotion. Lay back, devotee, and I’ll hurt you something righteous, something glorious. Marks, and bites, bruises and scars that display your devotion, just how committed you are. That mark you as something holy, and something worthy of the pain I gift.

It’s in those moments of gifting pain I feel furthest from my vows. When all my focus, affections, attention is on the devotee who begs for it. Who earned it.

You worked for this so hard, didn’t you? A dog for pain. Pathetic mutt for a yank on the collar. It is a wonder in those moments who is wrapped around who. Who holds the power. Ask me to hurt you and I’ll do it. A little whimper and I’m broken. A please, and I’m yours.

So do it. Make me yours, in these moments. When pain and pleasure melt and you’re not sure if you can take another, but you ask for it anyway. Be a good devotee, my mutt. Do it. Ask. I know you can take it. And I know best.

what if you recoiled at the feeling of my tongue down your throat but couldn't pull away without hurting yourself

what if I started pressing the blade into you whenever you weren't acting like you want it enough

whistle - come here puppy. whistle - come here. you can do it, you can find me. just listen to my voice, come here. you look so concentrated and adorable. come. such a good puppy, just follow my voice. there you go. oh you’re all wet and ready aren’t you. grinding on my fingers like you can’t help yourself, with your legs shaking, you can hardly keep yourself up, poor thing.

i got a new toy for you, go find it. fetch. getting warmer, good puppy, go on. colder now. warmer, warmer, colder, warmer, burning hot, there you go. now bring it here. no no no, in your mouth. make it fit. now drop it. good puppy. show me how you’d play with it. don’t be shy, show me. oh it just slips right in. get it all in like we’ve trained. listen to you whine as you take that knot deeper into you. keep it all in.