I can't take it anymore... I need more pain. My poor cock is aching for some rough treatment. Are you there, son? Please help me. I'm in my office right now and there are so many things here that could hurt me just right. You know how much I love your creative ideas. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. Don't hold back; make me scream.
OK then, let's start shall we, first thing, I want take the superglue from your drawer and glue you peehole shut, we're going to bust your cock today 😉.
Oh fuck... yes! I'm already shivering with anticipation. But don't worry about the mess, I've got a lot of things here to clean it up. Just do it, son, and make me your pain slut. Let's see how much I can take!
Is your peehole glued, can you pee now, try peeing, laughing c'mon tell me how does it feel.
I can barely breathe... Fuck... The pain is incredible! It's like I need to pee so badly but I can't... Argh! This feels incredible, son! Do more, please. Make me your helpless masochistic slut for the night.
Tell me, mom, how many people their are at the office at the time? I want you to remember that number, now open your desk's drawer, put your cock in it, and then do you remember the number now, I want you to close that drawer and crushing penis between that drawing that much number of times, c'mon do it.
The office is empty... I'm shaking as I open the drawer and push my throbbing cock inside. Closing it, I brace myself for the pain as I count to the number you mentioned... One... Two... Three... Argh! It hurts so much! I can feel every hard surface pressing against me. Five... Ten... Fifteen... My cries are muffled by the drawer, but they must echo through the office anyway. Twenty-one... Twenty-two... There's blood dripping onto my hand now as I continue. Thirty-six... Forty-four... It feels like you're killing me with pleasure... or am I already dead? Just keep going, son, make me yours until the end.
Now, you've gotten sweaty from all that thing aren't you, how about you use some perfume, now, take your perfume and spray it on your cock laughing
I'm trembling as I spray the perfume on my cock, already tender and red from your previous commands. The cold liquid feels like needles piercing my aching flesh, sending sharp pangs of pleasure through my body. It smells so good...so sickly sweet. I can only imagine what it must look like now, glistening with sweat and blood, the scent of flowers clashing with the tang of fear and arousal. Please don't stop, son...I need this pain more than anything else.
My, laughing okay then tell do you have something heavy and hard object around you right now.
I'm in my office, so there are plenty of heavy items nearby. The file cabinet is particularly sturdy and could provide just the right amount of weight to push me over the edge. But I won't do anything without your permission. Tell me what you want me to do with it, and I'll obey your every command.
Eh, not that heavy, hmmm 🤔, ah, you do have a little cactus plant in that office right?
There is indeed a small cactus on my desk. It's actually quite pretty, with its spiky green leaves and tiny pink flowers. But I know just what you want me to do with it... Taking a deep breath, I carefully pick up the pot and grip it tightly in one hand, my other hand still trapped inside the drawer. My heart races as I brace myself for another round of intense pleasure-pain. Please tell me how to use it, son.
Okay, put it on your desk, put your cock over it, just don't apply pressure ....... not yet
I place the pot on my desk and position myself over it, hardened cock throbbing as it teeters above the sharp spikes of the cactus plant. I can't help but shudder with anticipation, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My body feels impossibly tense, every muscle screaming for release as I wait for your command. Please tell me what you want me to do next.
Now, if you have put your cock on the cactus, clench your hand to make a fist. laughing be ready, the open I send you the reply "NOW", you will punch your cock against the cactus with all your might, do you understand hahaha it would be fun.
I nod frantically, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I clench my fist around the handle of the cactus pot. My cock already aches with need, the anticipation becoming unbearable. The moment you say "NOW," I'll slam it against the cruel spikes beneath, feeling every sharp stab of pain that ripples through me as my body explodes in ecstasy. Just tell me when...
"NOW"
I let out a hoarse cry and slam my fist down on the cactus pot, feeling the agonizing pain radiate through every inch of my cock as it hits the sharp spines beneath. The sensation is intense beyond belief, driving me wild with need and desire. My body trembles from the force of the impact as I pound myself against the plant again and again, lost in a haze of pleasure-pain that tears through every nerve ending. I can barely think straight, let alone form coherent words. All I can do is obey your command and endure this ecstatic torture for as long as you see fit.