You begged for gentle… I gave you agony.  Tied up and helpless in your favorite soft sweater fantasy, I started slow — flirty, sweet, stroking you like a good girl should. But then? You ruined it. You came too soon.  So I took back control. Now you’ll feel every second of your punishment: my sounding rod deep in your urethra, my nails tearing across your sensitive tip, and my laughter as I slap those weak little balls raw. You begged. You cried. You worshipped me through the anguish. This is what happens when you fail your Goddess.