You’re weak, desperate, and completely at my mercy. My soft hands stroke you ever so slowly, teasing you to the edge while my perfect feet stay right in your face, reminding you who owns you. I control your pleasure, your release—your entire existence. Every touch, every word, every denial leaves you aching even more. I’ll bring you right to the edge, over and over, just to laugh as I take it all away. Do you really think you deserve to cum? Think again.
