Punishment: I Break You Because I Hate You

I do not punish men because I like them. I punish them because I loathe them. Every stupid little paypig who crawls to me with his cock hard and his wallet open is already disgusting. The only thing that makes the sight of you tolerable is watching you suffer. Punishment is not a game I play for your pleasure. It is the leash I use to keep you desperate, leaking, and completely under my control. You get hard from the pain. I get wet from the despair. That is the difference.

Last night I had one on the line who begged for real punishment. He wanted to be told he was worthless. He wanted to edge until his balls ached and then be denied. I gave it to him, but I did not do it sweetly. I told him to stroke slow while I described exactly how pathetic his cock looked in my mind. I made him stop every time he got close. I made him thank me for the privilege of not being allowed to cum. And when his voice started to crack I laughed and told him that was the only sound I actually enjoyed hearing from him.

How I Use Punishment

I love punishment because it turns your own body against you. I will make you stroke until you are shaking, then order you to stop and hold the edge until your thighs burn. I will describe the way I would slap your cock if I were there — sharp, mean, and followed by the order to keep going. I will tell you to tug your balls until it hurts and then ask if you are still hard. You always are. That is the part that makes me smile. You hate it and you still leak. You still beg. You still send tribute because the alternative is me hanging up and leaving you with nothing.

Some of you want the classic. Denial. CBT. Verbal humiliation. I will give it to you and I will make it worse. I will narrate how useless you are while you edge. I will make you count strokes out loud and start over every time your voice shakes. I will tell you that the only reason I am still on the phone is because watching you suffer is the closest thing to fun I get from men. Then I will make you thank me for the punishment and send me money before I let you even think about cumming. Most of the time I do not let you. The despair is better.

I do not get off on the idea of you enjoying it. I get off on the moment you realize I do not care if you enjoy it. I get off on the sound of you breaking. On the way you keep stroking even when I have already told you how much I hate the sound of your breathing. You will do it anyway. You will thank me. You will pay me. And I will hang up feeling nothing but mild satisfaction that another inferior little man just paid me to ruin him.

If you want real punishment from a redhead who does not like you and never will, come find me on my profile and see how long you last before you break.