Suffer and endure

Description: this isn’t about your pleasure. this is about your fucking place—and that place is on the floor, suffering in silence, enduring whatever the fuck i decide to put you through. you don’t serve me for rewards. you serve me because i own you. because i enjoy watching you ache. because your tears, your guilt, your shame—they fucking amuse me. you want my attention? then fucking suffer for it. you want my boots? then endure the pain. the denial. the fucking humiliation of knowing you’ll never be enough for me—but you’ll still crawl back anyway. i’m not here to give you what you want. i’m here to break you. slowly. repeatedly. mercilessly. you’ll whimper, stroke, send, starve—and i’ll still look down at you like the useless little freak you are. so press buy, loser. accept your role. and remember: if you want to serve me, you’ll suffer and fucking endure. no excuses. no mercy. no way out.