Your Pain Slut: Slapped, Tied, Zapped

I'm already on my knees before you touch me. Cock bound tight, balls stretched, dripping like I've got no shame left. And honestly? I don't. You start and there's no warm-up, no easing in. Slaps. Kicks. Those fucking zaps that make my whole body jerk sideways. You just...keep going. Past the flinching, past the begging, past the point where I'm actually sobbing and can't even get words out anymore. And then...then you make me say it. Make me choke out that I like it. That I want more. Voice cracking, face a mess, and I still have to admit it out loud like some kind of confession. When you finally untie me I can barely think. Everything's raw and swollen and throbbing in ways I'll feel for days. And you stroke me - barely, just enough - push me right over that edge into...nothing. A ruined orgasm. No pleasure, just this hollow spasm while you watch. I'm your mess. Your pain toy. Wrecked and thankful for it.