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The sweet agony of control. He knew this cbt fantasy well. The pain and pleasure—two opposing forces that, when blended just right, create the most invigorating sensation. He lived for the exquisite torment, the tight pull, the stinging slaps that sent electric pulses through his body. And tonight, as he kneeled in the dimly lit room, phone pressed to his ear, my dominating voice made him tremble.
“Tell me, boy,” my voice purred, dark and commanding, “how badly do you need to be punished?” His breath skipped. His hands twitched in his lap, aching for permission to touch. “So badly, Madam Trini” he whispered, his voice dripping with need. “Then let’s begin!”
“Take the rope and wrap it around your cock and balls. A gasp escaped his lips as the sting radiated upward, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure pooling in his core. He whimpered, desperate for more. “Tighter!!” I demanded. “I want to hear you struggle.” My voice echoed through the phone. He was my most obedient caller. He wrapped a band around the base, restricting himself, feeling the pulse, the pressure, the torment. His body screamed for release, but he knew better. He was nothing more than
The Sweet Agony of Control
than an obedient toy, a plaything for his Dominant’s amusement. A slow, cruel chuckle crackled through the phone. “Such a good pain slut,” I mused. “But good boys don’t get to cum so easily, do they?”
“N-no, Ma’am!” “Then keep going.” Sweat beaded at his forehead as he edged the line between pleasure and unbearable need. His world blurred into a haze of control and surrender, pain and ecstasy. He existed for this—for the teasing, the denial, the unbearable ache that kept him right where he belonged. A slave to sensation and my voice. A slave to the sweet agony of control.
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