Sensory Deprivation. - FEMALE DOMINATION, FEMDOM GAMES

The stress of your pathetic job. The face of a woman who will never look at you the way you crave. A stupid, catchy song. Your mind will try to escape my grip because it is weak and untrained. But you will not let it. Every single time a thought that is not of me enters your head, I want you to physically punish it. Pinch your inner thigh. Hard. Right now. Do it. That sharp, stinging ache is my discipline. It is me reaching out of the darkness and correcting a faulty piece of equipment. The che is a gift. It brings you back to me. Your only thought is my mantra. Your only sensation is my command. The ache and my voice. That is the entirety of your world. You are so alone right now. It's just you and the physical manifestation of your submission. This is where the truth comes out. So, I want you to speak. Out loud. Into the silent, dark void. I want you to confess a secret. A deep, pathetic secret about yourself that you have never told a soul. A desire that shames you. A failure that defines you. Speak it now. Give your darkness to the darkness. I am collecting your confession. I am taking that secret and locking it away. It is no longer yours. It is a chain I now hold. A piece of leverage. A beautiful, shiny little trigger I will use against you when the time is right. The relief you feel is an illusion. You have simply traded one cage for a smaller, more secure one. My cage.