Tied into this position, onto the machine that relentlessly stimulates you, there is a clarity in how this works with you and me. I use you for my pleasure. It can be pleasure for you too, so much that it’s suffering again even. Or just suffering. No matter which way, it’s for my pleasure in the end, always. When I finally release you from this torture, a spent, exhausted mess, you will catch your breath laying on the floor, looking up to my smiling lips and understand, completely.