Living in an environment that stifles my desires.  Events that depress my emotions, and at the same time triggers my imagination for what could be.

Bubbling just below the surface, my fantasies drive my actions.  Seeking more than just sex, but to have power, control over one who would follow.  To torture someone into orgasmic bliss, and have her drool at the very thought of what she will do for me next.  To desire my commands.  To follow me not despite the pain, but because of it.  

But alas, it will not come.  Not yet, anyway.  Soon, but for now, it can not be.  This is my torment.