Your orgasm belongs to me now. I decide when and how you come, and the control I hold over you is undeniable. You’ve given up your sexual freedom, surrendering completely to my power. You can’t escape it, and you wouldn’t want to. The thought of coming without my permission feels hollow because you know nothing compares to the pleasure of my control. You crave my approval, my command. Every part of you is mine, and I’ll decide when you’re worthy of release.