You understand that the privilege of pleasuring yourself to someone as stunning as me must be earned. That cock belongs to me, not you. Today, I’ll be generous. You’re permitted to edge to me and heed my commands, but you must crank up the volume and absorb every derogatory remark I hurl your way. I want you to feel it reverberate within you as you stroke. Teetering closer to the brink with each motion, you must await my authorization to climax. A loser doesn’t get to release independently; you must await approval. It’s straightforward. After all, you’re no stranger to harsh words.
