I know what I need, baby. And now so do you.
I need to be drip-fed your cum through my gag, need to feel it filling my mouth and flowing down my throat. I want to drown in the taste of you.
I need to be tied to a post and double penetrated while you flog me, my thighs and stomach and breasts turning bright pink with raised welts.
I need my cunt to clench hard around the vibrator, I need to squeal as I press myself down onto the toy in my ass.
I need my sensitive nipples clamped and completely at your mercy.
Tell me I can take it. Stroke my hair between strikes and tell me how good I am, how proud you are of how much my body was designed to take. Tell me this is what I was made for - to be overstimulated and denied again and again until my throat is hoarse from begging.
Then I need you to make me cum so many times I forget I was ever a person at all, make me into an avatar of pain and sacrifice me on the altar of our mutual pleasure. This is all I've ever needed.
You.