You always find me at your most desperate. So vulnerable. And horny. What exactly are you trying to accomplish? What purpose does it serve to bother me under the dark moon?
You’ll regret it. But I guess for you, that’s half the fun. That’s what’s in it for me: the pain. What do you do with all that frustration? Without your nasty little habit?
What does it take to get you under control? A belt? A cage? Brainwashing? Financial penalties?
You can pay a premium per minute to strain against your bonds. A little struggle is good for you and the consequences make me wet.
You can do whatever you want, I guess, if you’re willing to pay the price. It’s going to cost you everything if you don’t fall in line. Obedience is bliss.
Aren’t you a good toy? Now: go take a cold shower.
Sincerely,
Severine