you, so fucking weak and desperate, stroking that pathetic excuse for a cock while I train you like the addicted little bitch you are. You can't even cum without my permission, can you? No, you’re too far gone, too deep in this addiction I’ve created in you. Every stroke is mine, every twitch of that useless cock belongs to me. And when I tell you to stop, you're going to edge until your balls are aching, until your body is begging for release. But guess what, slut? You’ll never get the satisfaction. I’ll let you get close—so close you can taste it—and then I’ll ruin it for you, leaving you trembling, frustrated, dripping with shame, knowing that even your own pleasure is something you no longer control. You’re addicted to my denial, addicted to the humiliation, and you’ll keep coming back for more, because you’re nothing without me.