I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re thinking about how badly you want to obey, how badly you want to feel the weight of my control. My long nails trace the edge of my thigh, and I can see your eyes following every movement. You’re not just a viewer, you’re a plaything, a gooner, and a pathetic little toy under my command.
This isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about my power. The way I tease you, the way I keep you right on the edge, is a psychological conditioning.
Don't you dare cum. I don't care how bad it hurts. I don't care if your balls are throbbing blue. You're going to edge. Again. And again. And again. That ache? That's exactly what you deserve. You're not worthy of release.
You're only worthy of endless teasing, endless denial, endless frustration. Keep stroking. Keep suffering. This is your life now. Perpetually denied. Perpetually desperate. Perpetually mine.