A Visit to Your Ex
So you chose the third option? Well, I almost feel a little sorry for you.
I don't know what you were expecting here, but you're not going to get it. I don't want to indulge your sick fetishes. I'm not going to have you play through some extravagant ritual of humiliation, just so you get to cum at the end of it and then go about your day. I want to make something clear to you: I find you, and what you do, fucking disgusting.
And so I think it should be treated accordingly. The next time you masturbate, I want you to go to the bathroom and stand in front of the toilet. Jerk off however you please; to be honest, I don't really want to think about it.
But when you're at the edge, you have to ruin it for me. No backing down from it. Just let your orgasm fade away, and let your cum just slowly drip, drip, drip down from your flaccid dick into the toilet, where it belongs. You see, you should think of your orgasms as just another unsavoury bodily function, like pissing or shitting. And what do we do with piss and shit? We get them away from us, as quickly and unceremoniously as possible.
After you're done, you can stare down into the bowl for a second, at the remains of your broken heart, and wonder if there was anything you could have done. And when you can say to yourself 'no', that's when you can flush and walk away.
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