I’d like to share a moment from a recent session that particularly excited me.
As I slowly tore up a piece of paper right in front of my submissive, I felt an incredible rush of exhilaration.
That paper was something the submissive had brought to me despite being in a state of mind far removed from anything ordinary—probably fidgeting nervously and feeling deeply uncomfortable the entire time.
Because I had ordered them to bring it.
Just imagining the effort that must have gone into it was enough to make the corners of my mouth curl upward.
But once the thought crossed my mind—Maybe I should tear it up and stuff the pieces into the submissive’s mouth—there was never really any possibility that I would choose not to do it.
The way the submissive lamented as I began tearing it apart was, as expected, wonderfully pleasing to my ears.
It was the voice of someone who had realized there would be no reward.
The utterly powerless voice that can only emerge when one’s effort and dignity are being trampled underfoot.
The sounds of struggling and writhing as scraps of paper were forced into their mouth.
And yet, since that paper contained information that absolutely must never be discovered by anyone else, it needed to be disposed of properly. Wouldn’t you agree?
The sense of forbidden pleasure that comes from turning a submissive’s effort and courage into my toys is truly exceptional.
Every bit of it belongs to me.
So then, have any of you figured out what was written on that piece of paper?
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