You teeter on the brink, denied any chance of release. Climax eludes you, yet it’s inconsequential now. My pleasure in seeing you suffer outweighs your own physical desires.
Your moans, your cock’s pleas, they all fade against the backdrop of My dominance. “This is Goddess Lindsey’s cock,” you echo, voice cracking. I push you further, closer.
Every pang of agony reaffirms your devotion. It’s not meant to be easy; I want you to feel the weight of My power as you edge, so tantalizingly close.
