Suffering for You

Tied in a box tie with a rope from my neck yanking down to my toes, I kneel and feel my throat start to close. My pussy burns with electric shocks that won’t let up. Sweat runs down my skin while my face flushes dark. The gag swells inside my mouth until drool spills over my chin and slides between my breasts. I keep my eyes locked on you. Every twitch, every gasp, every shock—mine is yours. Without you watching, it’s just pain. With you here it turns into something I crave. I’m suffering for you. For you.