Your mind is mine to mess with. Your emotions, your cock, your frustration, are all toys for me to play with. It's all a game to me. Should I make all your dreams come true, allowing you to stroke while I strip naked? Or should I tease you so hard, so sensually, that your balls ache with wicked pain when I abruptly deny you? You know how much blue balls make me laugh. You're nothing but an insignificant plaything. Now I want to play, and you don't have a choice whether you do or not. You're doing it.