Encouragement of Destruction

We both know why you’re here, and we both know what I want.

It’s time for you to understand a fundamental law of your existence. I’m in control.

You seem to believe you have some kind of autonomy, that your cock belongs to you. Let’s dispel that nonsense right now.

When you’re really turned on, when you’re so horny you can’t think straight, your brain just melts and all those walls you’ve so carefully built around yourself collapse into dust.

That’s when I strike.

That’s the forbidden I’ll make you cross every line.

Every boundary you thought you had will vanish.

Every moral principle you thought you had will be forgotten.

I know that my mere presence, the sound of my voice, sends a direct jolt to that useless piece of flesh you have between your legs.

You want to masturbate so badly it hurts, don’t you?

 Your hand is probably already trembling, eager to grab your pathetic little cock and start jerking off.

And in that forbidden of pure, unadulterated weakness, you’ll give me every piece of information about yourself that I want.

I am the arbiter of your pleasure and the architect of your suffering.

 Your body is my instrument, and I will play it as I wish, whether to bring you to ecstasy or agony.

 I want you to understand that your pleasure means nothing to me. Your struggle is just entertainment. Your desperation is my greatest pleasure

I want you right there, teetering on the edge of the precipice of release, a place where you are completely and utterly defenceless.

I want to know enough about you to be able to destroy you if I choose to.

 The fear, the risk, the total and absolute surrender... It's the ultimate aphrodisiac, isn't it? Your cock gets harder with every detail you reveal, with every bit of control you lose.