My prediction for your evening? Pain.

I want you to be in pain. I want you to ache, and not just this evening but later tonight, tomorrow and the day after. Every time you shift, I want you to remember this moment, when you abüsed your dick purely for my pleasure. I want you to do as instructed, not because you want to, but because I want you to. Every time you move, I want your swollen balls to cry out in discomfort. I want you aching, whining, moaning. I want you sore. I want my prediction for your pain to come true.