The thing you don’t understand yet… is that I want you to suffer.
Not the kind of suffering you can walk away from.
The kind that lingers in your chest, your cock, your mind — hours after I’ve left you kneeling there, locked and aching.
Your pain isn’t a side effect.
It’s the goal. Your submissive nature is like an addiction for me
When you squirm in your cage at 3 AM because your body is begging for relief…
I’m lying in bed smiling, picturing you gripping the sheets, whispering my name, knowing I’m the only one who can make it stop — and I won’t.
When you send me those pathetic voice messages — the ones where your breath hitches and your voice cracks — I replay them.
Sometimes with my hand between my legs.
Sometimes just to hear the desperation in your tone.
Because your need is my fuel.
Your ache is my foreplay. Your submission is what you owe me
The first time you cried in front of me, you tried to hide it.
Tears slipped down your cheeks when I took you to the edge for the fifth time and whispered,
“Not yet.”
I made you look at me.
Made you hold my gaze while I brushed one of those tears away… and licked it off my finger.
Salty.
Warm.
Perfect.
I told you,
“That’s mine now.”
Pain is pleasure when it’s mine to give.
Tears are sweeter when I’ve earned them.
And you?
You’re at your most beautiful when you’re broken… but still begging for me.
💬 Kira’s Question:
Would you let me take you that far — and still thank me for it?
Or would you cry harder when I don’t stop?