Lindsey Has a Cold
I came home today in an absolute mood, completely exhausted and ready to take my frustration out on you. To make matters worse, I am completely annoyed by a lie you told about an experience you had earlier today while grocery shopping. When you come into the bedroom to check on you, I lay out exactly how I am going to use you as my personal outlet to unwind.
You’re trying your absolute best to stay calm, but seeing me this dominant gives you a front-row seat to your own undoing. Before you can even think about escaping, I place you in wire restraints on the bed, leaving you completely helpless as I prepare to push your limits.
Because you look so pathetic lying there, I seal your mouth completely shut so you can only watch, listen, and endure my relentless verbal cruelty. I introduce a thick, heavily discolored, and foul-smelling messy mixture that I’ve prepared just for this occasion. I systematically apply this messy spit layer all over your face, intentionally targeting your nose and eyes while talking down to you. The verbal teasing is merciless as I describe exactly how ridiculous you look covered in my saliva.
To take this sensory endurance session to the absolute limit, I keep you restrained under this heavy, intense layer of loogies and bad breath for an extended amount of time, forbidding you from wiping a single drop away. I push your limits to the absolute edge, ensuring you will never, ever forget the psychological weight and deep disgust of completely surrendering your senses to me.