#sardonic.txt

[sardonic-sadist]

What if I grabbed your hair and forced you to choke on my cock, hm? What then, baby?

[sardonic-sadist]

Getting you high and making you goon until your pretty little head is nothing but impressionable mush for me to make into my precious plaything

[sardonic-sadist]

Slowly forcing my cock deeper in your ass, savoring every whimper and protest you make that it hurts, reminding you how you promised you'd be good for me

[sardonic-sadist]

Recording how stupid you sound when you’re high and gooned out so I can play it as a reminder of what a pretty little idiot you are for me

[sardonic-sadist]

You're such a cute doll. You worship me like a god and in return receive what looks to others like so little.

But they don't realize that is the point.

You love that I make you suffer knowing you'll come crawling back to me.

You love being the plaything I use to fulfill my cruel desires.

If you didn't, you wouldn't squirm each time it happens.

[sardonic-sadist]

Making you give me access to your socials so I can monitor every move you make and always know who you’re talking to

Dumb babies need constant protection

[sardonic-sadist]

“Accidentally” sharing embarrassing details about you in front of your friends, knowing you’ll silently squirm and drip at the torture

[sardonic-sadist]

There is beauty in asymmetry.

Asymmetry in devotion. You devoting every ounce of your energy to fulfilling even my most menial wants, me practically ignoring your deepest desires.

Asymmetry in priority. For you, I always come first. For me, you always come last.

Asymmetry in treatment. You worshipping me as your deity. Me treating you like an object to call upon when my other entertainment isn’t sufficient.

It’s the beauty of getting exactly what you need.