The Torment - Human Ashtray

I know you can't help yourself. You never can, can you? Even now as the darkness grows in long shadows around you; the silence a deafening roar in your ears, your cock twitches alive and throbbing in your metal cage. The anticipation in itself is like a drug to you; adrenaline coursing through your veins as you crave it, need it and want it like nothing you have ever wanted before. If it were air it would be the only thing keeping you alive, if it were food it would be the only thing keeping you from starving and if it were warmth it would be the only thing keeping you from freezing. So you sit alone. You wait alone. Minutes pass one by one testing your endurance, your patience, your subservience; each one fueling your eagerness until it is intoxicating and you feel as if it were going to choke you. You are vulnerable, weak, pathetic; a creature bound to your vices without second thought, unable to resist the allure of deviancy, debauchery, and I know it. So I make you wait. I make you suffer. Every passing second prolonging your torment as I wait just outside the door, looking at your bound form as you peer into the darkness searching for that missing piece. The cruel smile that curves to my lips hiding secrets that dared not be uttered as I take that first step closer towards you. If the silence was deafening, the sound of my heel would send you reeling, making you squirm as that tall heel echoed with just one step. And then nothing. I pause, silence flooding once again, knowing it would drive you crazy as already you are whimpering, begging me to let you serve me, to have me use you, to do the wicked things behind closed doors that would send the faint of heart screaming for mercy. Another step. Another echo. This time you try to shuffle towards where you think I am coming from, but the restraints keep you tightly in place forcing a frustrated sigh to spill out of your lips like the howl of a wolf. I laugh. It makes you squirm even more, that melodious sound filling your ears and causing your body to throb even more, your cock fighting a losing battle against your cage. You love it when I laugh at you. It makes you feel even weaker, more pathetic, sinking down into that state of mind that fucks you up completely. Another step. And another. I'm almost right next to you now, but still I torment you a little longer; enjoying how helpless you are, how pitiful, how you writhe in agony that would almost lead someone to believe you were in pain, but I know better than that. I know the elation you are feeling having me this near as I take that final step right in front of you. 'Open your mouth' I say, no more no less and you do it, instantly, obediently, wanting nothing more than to prove yourself worthy of my attention. Your heart beats in your chest, pulse racing in your throat as you pant like the dog that you are, chest rising and falling as you wait. You wait, mindless, feeble, just waiting to be used. I smirk, flicking the end of my cigarette holder to coerce the ash at the end to break off, just watching as it took it's descent all the way down and into your mouth, landing on your awaiting tongue. 'Now swallow' I say, laughing at you. You only have yourself to blame for all this, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Written By: Mιѕѕ Kαт Vσи Tεαѕε (Gothique Graves)