Britani's Bitch
"Oh my sweet summer child. This is nothing.
Imaging being teased and denied for hours on end. Constantly stimulated, strong enough to drive you half mad, but too weak to get you off, no matter what you do.
Hearing the laughter of your Goddess, sounding to your ears both cruel for leaving you like that, and happy because it is you that has made her laugh.
Because that is the other side of being a slave. One doesn’t need pain to make you suffer.
Pleasure works just as well. Withholding pleasure, to be exact.
Letting you feel true and utter desperation for release, reaching realms of need you never even imagined existed. And then denying it to you.
That is true desperation. A level you have not reached. Yet.
Now keep your hands above your waist and refill my drink."