Tortured by uncertainty and dread worse than ever as a result of my desperate quest for hope I soon find myself back thrashing uncontrollably. Hating myself for the involuntary arousal this reliably generates once again – surely it epitomizes everything about me that has landed me in such a ghastly predicament – I weep with bottomless bitterness even as I raise my hips, straining my almost certainly condemned erection upwards in hopeless craving for an apotheosis as impossible as it is imperative to achieve. That relentless stimulation is maddening in the extreme, so much so that I actually find myself miserably considering whether I might not truly be better off robbed of its insanely potent capacity to torment me so.
That Mistress Dani has driven me to such a shocking extremity is a fur
