Yeah, yeah, once you’re completely bound and helpless I suppose I could flog you or gag you with my dick or drip hot wax on you or some other predictable shit like that. But there’s more than one way to make you writhe and groan. there’s more than one way to make you scream yourself hoarse. More than one way to turn you into a quivering, endorphin-soaked, puddle, isn’t there?
Love to see you dance, woolybear. Come dance for me. Till you’re too weak to move.
