I don't know why....

I don't know why it excites me so much to see a cock bent backwards on itself, tied with a shoelace, strapped up and unable to grow...

I don't know why I love tying a man's hands behind his back and directing his eyes downwards to look at what he can't touch...

I don't know why I love hearing the slap of my leather belt as it hits buttock cheeks, and a stiffled murmer as it smarts...

I don't know why I love seeing a plastic bag sucked over a face, holding it tight around his neck, pressing it tight over his nose and mouth, and edging him...
 
I don't know why I am more aroused by the sight of a chastised cock than an erect one...

I don't know why I love to hear crying, just because he can't orgasm, and continue to say no...

All I know...

is that I do.