I don’t need permission to wreck you. I just need consent. Once given, you belong to my control, my sadism, and my joy. Nothing safe about it except the word.
I’ll push you past every edge you thought you had. And then I’ll push harder. The moment you beg for mercy is the moment I’ll slow down just to make you feel every second.
The more you squirm, the more I smile. I want to see you flinch, cry, beg and still say “thank you.” I don’t stop when it hurts. I stop when I’m satisfied