That cock serves one purpose: to please me. I manipulate it according to my whims, and you, a helpless and obedient stroker, have no authority or sway over it. You understand unequivocally that I own it entirely. Despite your desperate yearning to climax, you await my permission, edging closer and closer with each stroke. Your arousal intensifies, and you find yourself whimpering, lost in the throes of your own torment. Oblivious to the words escaping your lips, you’re ensnared by the ecstasy of your own agony. Caught between craving release and wishing this state of utter despair and surrender could endure indefinitely. But… you comprehend it’s what I desire. This will persist only as long as I decree. Every stroke, every droplet of precum is for me. It belongs to me.
