How many times have you pleaded just to touch yourself to me? It consumes your thoughts, your desires. Well, here’s your chance. You can indulge in touching yourself to me, but strictly on my terms. What’s the matter? Oh, it stings? Tough luck. You wanted to “touch” yourself, and here I am permitting it. Don’t be greedy. Your comfort isn’t my concern. Whether it aligns with your expectations is irrelevant. It’s my way or no touch at all. Adapt. Your desperation for my attention ensures compliance with my directives.
