Close your eyes and envision yourself sitting on your hands, unable to touch, as I command. The mere thought of disobedience sends shivers down your spine. Each mental stroke is a testament to your submission, each pause a reminder of My control. Can you feel the ache, the desperate longing for release, growing with every imaginary stroke? It’s exquisite, isn’t it? The power I hold over you, even in the realm of your mind. Your cock throbs with anticipation, leaking for Me, but I remain unmoved by your pleas. This JOI is a test of your obedience, your ability to endure. As your imaginary climax approaches, I bring you to the edge not for release, but for denial. The countdown marks not the moment of ecstasy, but the cessation of your mental stroking, leaving you with nothing but unfulfilled desire and the knowledge that your pleasure belongs solely to Me.
