/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

Despite Pippa's lack of sex drive I was able to convince her to try sounding.
I figured she could find something to enjoy in it, even if it wouldn't sexually appeal to her at first. I had bet she would get hooked on seeing just how far and how wide she could push the human body. And I was right.
In the same way she'd grind out some shitty Korean MMO day in and day out she took to methodically stretching my urethra larger, deeper, and faster than I had ever planned for, with what comes across as complete apathy to my misery.
I grew tired of this very quickly, I realized it wasn't for me but Pippa had other plans. What started as an interest for me that quickly faded had completely infatuated her. I was no longer in charge of what happened.
Her convincing me to take part in this doesn't take much effort. I quickly learned that if I object to her demands then the next time will simply involve making up for lost training time. And with Pippa there will always be a next time. I know she's only buttering me up and wiggling her way into my heart and she'll drop the act once she's got me strapped down to that table once more, yet I fall for it everytime. I know to immediately take her hand and follow her when she extends it out to me now.
She knows every time I'm about to cum due to my incessant begging for relief but that only causes her to press the rod all the way down, holding it firmly in place with her thumb as she glares at me in annoyance for interrupting her fun. Being in such a vulnerable state these looks she gives me cut through like daggers and I start to become ashamed of my ejaculation, I'm embarrassed I can't keep it together, I fight my hardest to not cum, for Pippa.
While her cold exterior often makes it appear as if her only interest is in fulfilling her own medical curiosities of just how much my penis can endure, I find myself catching smirks from the corner of her mouth, usually after a particularly grueling ordeal. It makes it all the more tolerable knowing I can bring her even a little enjoyment this way.
I don't know how Pippa does it but she always knows exactly when to apply an ever so slight amount of relief before I hit my breaking point. Perhaps she's able to pickup on changes in my voices intonation through my begging, or maybe despite my writhing she's just that familiar with the intricacies of my suffering. I can't help but wonder if she knows my body better than I do.
I've come to dread the inflatable rods which is probably why they happen to be Pippa's favorite. The use of these not only tends to be the most strenuous but also the one's she spends the most time on me with. To make matters worse she treats lubricant as if it's worth it's weight in gold, never using enough and in doing so amplifying my suffering unnecessarily. This is the only part I constantly and vocally contest, though my pleas go unanswered as she stares at me with a melancholic look like I'm not saying a thing. In addition Pippa doesn't seem to believe in warming up or easing into anything. At times it's down right excruciating, with my tears now being a custom in my training. She usually notices them eeking out from under my blindfold but it isn't the slightest deterrent for her. I want to remind her that my genitals aren't a Beyblade and the rapid removal of 20" sounding rods in the way she does it is incredibly traumatic, but at most she'd probably just start yelling "let it rip" before doing so, so I just bite my tongue.
As time goes on it doesn't get any easier, in fact it only seems to get harder. But by this point my brain, likely out of it's own attempts at survival, has rewired itself so that the slightest physical interaction is euphoric. From the brushing of her nails against my head as she affixes my blindfold, to the near electrical sensation the grooves of her fingers around my penis gives me as she inserts the rods, to her hand simply resting on my thigh. Completely broken I am desperately vying and am thankful for the slightest amount of physical contact from Pippa that takes place externally rather than internally.
Despite my misery I have gained an immense appreciation for Pippa choosing me for her enjoyment. I don't even think I could go back to a normal life at this point. There would always be a sense of emptiness. I have accepted the role in life Pippa has chosen for me. Despite what I go through and what Pippa forces inside of me at the end of the day I have a purpose, and for that I am thankful.