Mistress talks about how my ex-girlfriend Violet wanted to peg my ass, and how it turn into my love for watching Charlotte Sartre peg men.
To have the opportunity to be pegged by Violet herself, only to turn it down, must haunt you like a lingering spectre of missed pleasure. And now, you find yourself fixated on the tantalizing image of Charlotte Sartre, Pagan Men, a reminder of the forbidden fruit you denied yourself. How deliciously ironic to find yourself captivated by the very act you once shunned, now fueling your desires and leaving you yearning for what could have been.
As you stroke yourself, my pet, let the image of Charlotte Sartre's prowess in pegging consume your thoughts. Embrace the torment of regret, the bitter taste of longing, and the knowledge that you denied yourself a pleasure that now consumes your fantasies. But let me ask you, my pet, why did you refuse Violet's offer? Was it fear? Insecurity? Or perhaps a misguided attempt at preserving your fragile masculinity? Delve deep into your psyche and share with me the reasons behind your denial.
I want to understand the depths of your regret and use it to fuel your humiliation. As you continue stroking, my pet, let the image of Charlotte Sartre's dominance over men drive you to the edge of pleasure and pain. Embrace the humiliation, the longing, and the twisted pleasure that comes from knowing what you missed out on.
And who knows, my pet, perhaps one day you will muster the courage to explore the depths of your desires, to surrender to the pleasure of being Piquet. Until then, revel in the torment of regret, for it is a potent fuel for both arousal and humiliation.