Ache
Sep 10, 2026 · 1 min read
I want you aching.
Sweating.
Gasping for air.
Every limb trembling.
Shivering.
Shuddering.
The glow of your phone illuminates the sweat on your brow.
The button on the screen shines brighter.
It knows what you want to do.
Send.
Send.
Send.
And you do.
To release that breath.
That flood of euphoria.
The tension lifts from your shoulders.
What a good boy you are.
What a worthy subject for your Goddess.
The soft blink of recognition is all you need.
'Sent. Thank you for allowing me to send, Goddess.'
'You are welcome. Good boy.'
And just like that, you begin to feel the ache in your teeth, bones, skin.
Again.
And again.
Yes, Goddess. Thank you, Goddess.
Send.
Send.
Send.