“Please, Master, please fuck me. Please I’m begging. Take me from that moment where I’m saying ‘I can take it’ to that moment past ‘play’ to that place where it’s delightfully more. Please push me to scream no and begging you to stop, but push me farther anyway. Push me farther for your enjoyment. Make me truly submit. Use me. Torment me to your satisfaction because it is solely about your pleasure not mine. Not because I’ve made you unhappy. Not even because being beat is good for me; however, good it is, but because you enjoy it. Because it excites you to turn my skin red each time you lash me. Revel in your power at making me squirm and forcing me to beg for another whipping. I have been fighting myself all day not to beg, but I can’t take it anymore. I want you to fuck me, Sir. Please. I’m not just asking. I am begging. Please even to taste you massive dick in my mouth.” She begs pleadingly.

He loves when she begs. He tells her she isn’t allowed, but then he teases her until she must. He tells her what he wants to do to her. He talks about it and leaves their toys laying around the house. Yet, he doesn’t touch her because he is waiting until she begs. He waited a few days patiently, waiting for this day. Where she would be on her knees begging for him. He strokes her chin and grins his sadistic grin.