I thought five days of denial was bad. I thought I could handle it. But it got worse. So much worse. The frustration became unbearable, the need overwhelming—so much so that I did something I swore I’d never do again… I locked myself up. Now, every second stretches endlessly, my body aching, my mind consumed by desperation, and worst of all… I love it.
This isn’t just about frustration anymore—it’s about surrender. I don’t just want to be denied—I need to be controlled. I want you to take full advantage of my desperation, to tease me, mock me, and keep me right on the edge of breaking. I want to spoil you, worship you, lose myself in your feet, your words, your power—while you revel in the rush of having me completely under your control.
I crave humiliation, the kind that makes me squirm, makes me crave you more, makes me thank you for keeping me needy. Let me tell you how perfect you are while you remind me exactly how weak and helpless I am. I want you to burn yourself into my mind, so that even after you’re satisfied and done with me, I’m still trapped in this hunger, still aching for you, still unable to think of anything else.
And when we part? You’ll be satisfied, confident, glowing with the high of knowing you had total control—while I’m left locked up, needy, humiliated, and more desperate than ever.
If you love the idea of owning my mind, body, and every last bit of my frustration, let’s talk. I promise you’ll love just how much power you have over me.
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