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They call me cruel. Heartless. Good. That’s where I want them. Shivering, exposed, stripped of illusion and power. Obedience is a language, after all. I don’t break men. That’s too soft a word. I refine them. But only if they survive the heat.
Last night, a new sub came to me. He was tall and tattooed. The kind of man who thinks his confidence is armor. “I want to be yours,” he said, with curiosity in his eyes. I stared at him and smiled, thinking oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’re offering.
Heartless
I made him kneel. Not because I love the posture, but because submission isn’t felt in the heart. It’s carved into the bones through repetition and the slow erosion of pride. I told him to count each lash. Ten. Just ten. Simple. He made it to seven.
On eight, he flinched. His eyes fluttered shut, his breath hitched. Power isn’t just in the hand that wields the whip. It’s in noticing the twitch. The almost-silent whimper. It’s in knowing when a man is lying to himself. I stopped and looked at him, bored.
“Eight,” I said, calmly. “You didn’t say it.” He looked up, confused. “I…I thought…” I rolled my eyes. The new ones are always such a challenge. “You thought I wouldn’t notice? You thought you could fake devotion and I wouldn’t taste the lie?” I pressed a boot gently against his throat, to remind him that my heel holds more truth than his mouth ever could.
“Start over. From one.” I watched him struggle. His voice trembled as he counted. Each number was a confession. By ten, his skin glistened with sweat and shame. Perfect. Later, I crouched beside him. “You wanted to belong to me,” I murmured, while brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. He nodded, close to tears. “Then remember this. I don’t want a sub who performs obedience. I want one who embodies it.”
He looked up at me as I stood up and straightened my skirt. “Clean yourself. My bathroom is not a sanctuary. You don’t get to cry in peace. Not tonight.” He obeyed. Of course he did. That’s the thing people don’t understand about cruelty. It’s not random. It’s precise. I don’t punish because I enjoy pain. I punish because they need it.
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