Woke up craving a different kind of pain today. Not the screaming, begging kind. The quiet, internal, psychological kind. I want to watch my pathetic roommate shiver as I slowly, methodically prepare the speculum, knowing exactly what's coming. I want to see the dread in their eyes as I tell them I'm going to keep their asshole gaped open for an hour while I ignore them and watch a movie. The humiliation of being nothing more than a living, breathing fuck-toy, forced into an obscene display of submission for my casual amusement, is what gets me dripping. The silence is so much louder than screaming. Anyone else get off on that deep, quiet type of control?