Mmm… look at you, kneeling there. So eager. So desperate. I can see it in your eyes—you’ve been thinking about this moment all day, haven’t you? You want to feel owned. Controlled. Stroked and teased until you can’t take it anymore. Well, you’re in my world now, and in here… you earn every second of pleasure. I slide the strap slowly into view—slick, shiny, and absolutely meant for you. You watch, wide-eyed, while I stroke it with my hand, nice and slow, letting the tension build. My voice drops to a whisper: “You want to touch? Then show me how badly. Beg. Prove it.” I guide it right to your lips, not letting you taste… yet. First, I’ll make you watch. I’ll make you squirm. I’ll describe everything I’m going to do to you. And if you’re good—only if—I’ll let you feel it. Deep. Slow. Ruthless. But if you fail to please me… no reward. No touch. Just aching need and a smirk on my lips. Because I know exactly what you crave—and I love taking you there. Over and over. Until you’re completely undone.