Now that is exactly what I want to see.
I want to watch you lose control.
I want you begging, squirming, shaking.
I want to see you squirm uncontrollably.
The only thing holding you in place,
the leather straps locking you to the table.
I want to see your eyes roll.
I want you to scream against the gag,
after I grow tired of listening to you beg.
I want you to go limp with exhaustion,
and then I’ll find a new way to make you thrash about…