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Suborgasmic

Floating in sub space, every touch electric, every command a lightning bolt.
Master is good and kind and giving.
No longer can I hold back, aching, shaking and lost.
Quivering and shivering, I beg for release.
Master is good, and kind, and giving.
"Cum for me" he commands.
Fog descends, nothing else matters, everything else dissipates.
My master, my climax and I are all that is left.
"KEEP CUMMING" he commands. I must obey, for this is my purpose, this is my harmony.
I weep, my body shudders and shakes into an all engulfing abyss. This is bliss. Masters touch, masters kiss. Nothing else matters in this moment.