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again. I’m going to keep this on the counter where she can see it. That way, every time she looks over,

she’ll be reminded of the hurdle she pushed through along with the humiliation that accompanied it.

The look on her face as she enters the brightly lit room makes my balls clench even though I just

got off. Shaping my mouth into a hostile grin, I set the cup down and drag her the rest of the way in. So

far, she’s yet to even attempt the word ‘lavender’ or anything else that will cause me to stop.

I know she wants to. I’ve watched her lips twitch with every new thing I inflict on her, but she

still hasn’t said a word. The moment she does, I’ll stop everything, but until that moment, I’m going to

drive her to the brink of sanity and watch as she shatters beneath my expert touch.

She listed humiliation under things she wanted to try, and my God did she take to it like a fish to

water. Though she may not have realized just how much of her craved that humiliation, I knew it. I

saw it from the moment she practically melted under my praise. For me, praise isn’t really a kink; it’s

a way of life.

I love rewarding submissives with a ‘good girl,’ but for me, they have to earn it. That’s why

humiliation and I go together so seamlessly. Though I’ve played mind games with other submissives

before, there’s just something about Lila that makes it all the more satisfying.

Perhaps it’s knowing that at her core she wants to please. It’s so easy to take advantage, to take

her places she really doesn’t want to go, just to see if she’ll do it for me. The power is heady, and I

know I could abuse it if I’m not careful. That’s why I wanted that list. That’s why I needed to know

exactly where I could play and where I couldn’t.

With the watersports thing, it was far more nuanced than what she had on the paper. I’m not a fan

either, but the humiliation of making someone give me a sample is something that far exceeds the

simple act of urination. I didn’t care about the pee. I cared about her submitting to me despite her

humiliation.

Turning to the table, I look it over, making sure everything is how I want it before glancing at the

clock. I’ve reserved this room for a limited amount of time, and it started ticking before I even started

spanking her.

“Up on the table so we can begin your examination.”

Once more, she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and I stifle the urge to chase after it, to kiss her

until that overactive mind of hers shuts up. As she shuffles onto the table, I adjust my cock and step

over to the side. Once she’s where I want her, I pull out the stirrups and strap her feet down.