Evidence of existence

I am sitting in my office, while thoughts are filling my head with images. 

Images of my new torture devices against your scarred skin. Hearing your screams of pain as I weld your body to my desire. Feeling the sticky precum that dribbles out as your soul surrenders itself to me...

I can even smell your sweat that covers your suffering self

And taste your cum exploading in my mouth as I finally let you orgasm....

How am I supposed to work?