If You Give A Mouse A Cookie...
Or what if I said no? Climaxed, blissfully, on top of you and collapsed backwards in a throe of ecstasy, taking from you that orgasm once again, leaving you to thrust blindly into the air for something, anything, to finish you off? Locked you up again, leaving you denied and frustrated, letting that dull throb build and build for the next six months? The next year? The next decade?
Imagine that. Ten years without a single orgasm, ten years of wanting, but never having, reveling in desire and pain and humiliation, always aroused, always alive with passion. For everything I take from you, you will always have that desire, that ever-building want. It's not a bad life, is it?
Slaveboy, I'm going to ask you something now, and I want you to think carefully on the answer. It's an important question, one that's going to determine how you spend the rest of your life...