Denial for Losers

I know exactly what you're doing. I know that right now, sitting in your dark room, stroking your cock while listening to my voice and staring at my perfect body. It is your favourite pastime. It's your favourite hobby. It's the only thing that gives you real joy.
You live for these moments. You wait all day just to log on, see me and start masturbating with your pathetic cock.
But deep down, we both know what really turns you on.
We both know the secret you're afraid to admit. You don't want me to be sweet and sexy. You want me to be a real bratty bitch
You love it when I get cruel.
You crave the forbidden when the smile on my face turns from sweet to wicked, and I look at you with pure disdain. That's when you really lose control.
It's so much fun to watch you suffer. But it's not just for my amusement. It's for my benefit.

Because look what happens when I deny you.
When I tell you that you cannot touch your cock, when I forbid you to cum, something changes in that little brain of yours. You become desperate. You become docile. You become weak, very vulnerable. You become mine.
I give you pleasure, and then I cut the strings.
I make you need it more than air, and then I say ‘no’.
It is at that forbidden of denial, at that forbidden of agonising frustration, that you are at your weakest. And that's when I possess you completely.