In this lovely game that I concocted, the rules were to get the least amount of needles into his nipples as possible, which I knew was counter intuitive to what he really wanted, little pain slut that he is. If by the end of the game, he had four or more needles inside of him, he lost. And while I am sad to say that he did in fact win, the cash in My hand shows us who the real winner is. Doesn't it?
I always win.
Of course he wanted more than what he got. More needles, more pain, more suffering for Me. He ended up feeling the sting of Me emptying his wallet instead. It's about what I want. What My desires are and the best and easiest way to give it to Me. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it feels good but at the end of the day, it's about what Princess wants.
Anyone up for a game?