When your adrenaline spikes and your cock throbs, your mind starts flipping through the endless scenarios of what I’ll do to you. That rush of stroking, that rush of just not knowing, that’s what gets you. That’s what makes you so weak. That rush is a reminder that you’re just an object to be used at My discretion. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been pining for release. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been edging down on your knees, your fate is always in My hands. Whatever happens next is just out of your control. you’re so ready to be pushed past your limits. you’ll do anything to be used like the jerkaholic you are. Letting out moan after moan as you slip closer to orgasm. Will I let you cum? Or will I decide that denial looks so much better on you? Hands up, let yourself feel how much your body loves being in this state of denial. Do you feel the rush? Stroke. Stop. Ache for Me. Stroke. Stop. Until the desperation takes over, until you can’t even think straight anymore.
